Even in Heaven
I keep my door locked.
The view is good,
not great.
Don't like the looks
of my neighbor.
Never trusted a smile,
why start now?
Even in Heaven
I draw the blinds.
Morning sun
comes pouring through,
liquid yellow lines
painting afterimages
on the back of my eyes.

Knocking and knocking and
I'm not home,
I'm not home here in Heaven.
I keep my door locked.
Try later.

No phone in heaven,
nothing to call.
No one to call me anymore,
not here in heaven.
Never rings,
not home here in heaven
swathed in my own silence.

I keep my door locked.