"What are you thinking about?"
She asked me
I sipped my beer.
I was thinking about an old girlfriend and
about her nose. About the way it
crinkled when I told her something
I'm thinking about flamingos, I told her
I Lied, I did - to make talk, small.
Pink is such a ridiculous color for a bird, I said.
God must have a very funny sense of humor, I said.
"Colors are all science,"
and she flapped her mouth
"They are all just pigments being reflected by the sun."
You don't think God is very funny?
I do not believe in god,
I took her home and kissed her below her waist
We slept together,
Because we were unfamiliar.
And it made us both thirsty
I asked her,
Why don't you believe in God, anymore?
She poked at a
"I do not believe in god anymore because
in a hospital,"
And today I watched a man take his
his last shuddering breath,
and all at once his skin
changed color and he died.
She started to cry.
I rolled over and held my breath
until I fell