twisted

I haven’t stopped

believing

I haven’t talked to

with

God, lately

 

on our way to Duke Cancer Center, we listen to my playlist

“Hallelujah” comes up

I sing

then the verse “well maybe there’s a God above, but all I’ve ever learned of love is…”, I

can’t continue

 

clean sheet day

sometimes it takes twice

three times to fit corners

twisted

I want a fitted sheet that tags top

bottom

 

I feel flat

another grief layer

top sheet stacked on a linen shelf

Is it OK that I sing in the car when he sleeps in pain?

judge me

don’t

I have nothing to say to God

© 8 November 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

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