If Hell...

by John Wentworth Chapin

Even if…
we wake up in a hell of misery
                tumors rattling
lies tucked behind easier lies

or a hell of comfort
                rusted water heater
                working late

or the hell of others
                the sour waft of a secret
                it's late but you have to listen

As long as it is we who wake together
                I trace your brow
When I pull close, you pull closer

Hell is beyond