Be(love)d, I've been sleeping against the wall on my side of the bed to keep intact the wrinkles you left in your pillow and in the crumple of your sheets... but last nite when I turned off the light I merged with last remaining impressions of your face, only by obliterating them forever, binding and releasing you at once: I laid down on your side of the bed to document my nights without you, I should wake each morning, starch the sheets to solidify their folds, rent another apartment to date and hang them in I could dissolve Alom in water and write with the mixture on our white sheets so that when they dried, the letters would vanish--when I want them to be visible I have only to soak them in tears--the linen will darken but the letters will appear love lies in the bed of the beloved next