I condescend to
my poor master who tries too
hard when he prays.
He watches me then
closes his eyes as I stretch
out on his prayer
rug. He won’t see what
I see: God’s on the other
side of all we know.
I’m a hedonist
to him when I nuzzle his
roses as they die.
But then I’m an out-
side cat. Studies show God’s out-
side is your inside.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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