be Jello in heaven, my young
son asks,
as he scoops
a spoon full
of the strawberry gel
into his mouth,
a dollop of whipped
cream
stuck to his nose.
why are you
already
worried about heaven? i ask him.
we have
to get you past
going to hell
first.
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