theological discussion

we don't
know until we
die, she says,
eating her cold
mussels and
garlic bread.
drinking deeply
from her pinot
noir. know what
i ask, the truth,
she says. about
God, and life,
and religion,
heaven and hell.
that sort of
thing. we just
need to be good
and see what
happens. so how
are those mussels,
i ask. they
are cold, she
says. very cold.
like i imagine
hell would be,
if there is one.
i need to send
them back, but
i'm too hungry
to wait.