What’s love got to do
with it? I wake up on the
right side of the bed
in which I sleep a-
lone. The emptiness is whole,
half-light promising.
I dream a little
of past loves. This very bed
complained woodenly.
‘It bears / Its forebears’
I pray from my own psalter,
God and the Between.
A religion of
love? That would be mostly hope.
Hope is appealing.
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