they were playing that Cher song
this morning at the churro place,
you know, the really catchy one.
(yeah, there was a churro place
open at eight on a Sunday morning.)

earlier, a morning dove cooed
outside the window, and I was
buried beneath the warm sea of
my good friend’s three comforters,
having turned off the space heater
sometime in the night.

it kept me warm,
kept me tender. well,
I do believe in life after love,
I do believe I’m strong enough,
do you?