28th January 2022

 
bright clouds
caught in the bare branches
birdsong

© Rachel Green January 2022

Brought up Catholic
left me with worries about Heaven.
If everybody (Catholic) went there
and we'd be reunited after death
would I have to live with my parents?
And what of my girlfriends?
And the boys I gave handjobs to
behind the vestry after Mass?
and if I was widowed and remarried
which partner would I live with?
Father Brown thought me deliberately contentious
and refused to enter into discussion with me.
"Do not doubt God," he'd tell me
while lighting a cigarette
with his vestments hiked up, ready.

© Rachel Green January 2022