Billboard
A highway billboard reads:
“If you died today
would you be ready for hell?”
My parents die,
I feel a distant sorrow
that grows tighter
like a vine in my dreams.
My dog dies, I shed real tears;
willow-sap pools in my gut.
Five thousand souls perish
somewhere far away -
nothing.
I suspect heaven is a tattoo
over this world’s blemishes.
Hell? Maybe it’s just a place
for the petty and predictable -
as commonplace
as a pimple or an itch.
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