going to hell

she told me once
that it was a husband's job

to get his wife to heaven.

i scratched my head and said what?

i have no idea where she got
this crazy idea.

the radio, a book, her ex or someone
she met
on the street. joel osteen, perhaps?

i flipped aimlessly through the Bible
searching
for this idea.

nothing.

it was an impossible task,
to die
not only for my sins,

but hers too. if i'm not mistaken
i think someone
already did this.

i imagined the nails going
through

my wrists, the crown of thorns,
the lashings.

i was not qualified nor did i want
this job.

so hell it is for her, i guess.