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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