and we really hit it off discussing the impending forever over two pints of piss colored beer I interrogate about Creation along with other trivial matters borrow God’s plastic pink lighter light a cigarette Wonder if there are any vices in Heaven Sling back a shot of top shelf whiskey Pretend I’ve got the bill Contemplate if this will be taken into account in terms of my final Judgment Whether or not sinning counts if it’s off the clock Consider the possibility of alternate dimensions Decide to ask Be met with an elongated sigh and eye roll Think about what my parallel selves could be doing Hope at least one of them is better off Take everything in and wonder if This is It Question who the bartender is whether or not it’s parallel God Don’t bother asking
Allison Noonan is a poet who currently resides in Savannah, Georgia. She typically writes through a surreal and gothic lens, melding the mundanity of everyday life with dreamlike escapism. Her three cats are formally named Ripley, Cowboy Bebop, and Spaghetti Western. If you like her work, keep up with her via Instagram @allisonnoonan.
