Red wine burns in a column in my chest
Rosemary is learning to love her baby
Because it's the end of the movie
I didn't finish my book today
And it's not even my book
Everyone has work
So they're in bed

I pour the rest of the wine into my glass
And I go outside and sit at
The little table
And smoke one of my roommate's
Cigarettes
He doesn't mind because sometimes
He smokes mine
So the water ebbs and flows

I want to be buried without a casket
So the ants can have direct access to my body
Without the pretension
That I am not for them

The hot column of wine will keep me awake in bed
Giving me some time to try and finish my book
I will also be somewhat afraid of satanists
With old naked bodies and bright eyes
But if I am too afraid I will laugh
And remember there is no hell
And if even if there is one
I would be ashamed
To be a good person

Only because It exists