In winter we share
the chair, my master and I.
We keep the pillow
warm for each other.
For me this means sacrifice,
like getting up and
down as he wishes.
My perfect obedience
is spiritual
judo. He calls me
his genius loci to
his pretentious friends.
When he’s in bed I
watch the moon as it rises
through the emptiness.
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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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