Sunday, January 11, 2015


I wanted to believe in heaven.
When you died.
I tried.
I wanted to meet you,
having been so close
between rib and bone.
It stopped me dying
That pretence of you:
spirit waiting, wafting.

Daughter: you died.
Heaven is a verb

used by terrorists.

Remembering Charlie Hebdo

Merilyn Childs 10/1/2015

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