‘I’d like to know’, says the girl who intends

to be married in autumn, ‘if heaven is true 
and it’s made up of people like us’.

And she got married too. And the boy sitting next to her 
says, ‘I don’t reckon there’s any such place. If there is,

it’s geometry, shapes’, while he eyeballs her shape. 
‘You won’t get in anyway’, says a girl who’ll be smashed

before midnight tonight, 
‘you’ll be standing outside’. ‘What do you mean’,

says the boy, who will soon be on night shift, 
and noting each businessman who comes and asks for Room Six.

‘I saw the way he was looking at her’, says the girl 
with the big night ahead; ‘I’ve heard boys who strip girls

with their eyes will never see heaven again’.