by Joanna Gilman Hyde

My Bedroom 5:22am

I have an adversary

In my head

Rather there

Than in my bed

He’s known to me

For twenty years

First as my doctor

He’s kept his career

It overlapped

Our marriage fair

And knocked me down

To a fighting deer

I WAKE today

To the birds I love

And hope and pray

For My Dove —

As for Him

The Doc of foe

There’ll be a book

Of naery a woe