theology

she tells me that
she believes every
single word in the
bible, straight through,
from moses, to
jonah and the whale,
to noah and the ark
to jesus and mary,
the water and the wine,
and of course
the ressurection.
there is not a hint
of doubt in her faith,
and she gets none from
me in return. she
asks me if i'd like
another beer as she
puts her cigarette out
in the can of the one
she just finished.
the doorbell rings,
that's the chinese
food, she says, i've
got it. and so we go
out to the patio in
the garden and drink,
and eat peking duck
with plum sauce,
and discuss salvation,
damnation and dinosaurs
and natural selection,
limbo and the aborigines,
and when it's almost
midnight we go to her
bedroom for a moment
of silence, well,
not exactly.