A Hell of a Choice, by Louis Faber

Photo by Diana Polekhina on Unsplash

But what if Heaven operates
like a restaurant, closed
each Monday, so you had
better die on Sunday, but
that doesn't work because
God is resting and there
is no getting in on the sabbath.

That leaves you five days
from which to choose
to die, but God also is
the ultimate physician,
so Wednesdays the office
is closed, so that day
is out unless you can
arrange to die on a golf course.

Given the limitations
it is probably best
to become a Tibetan
Buddhist, do your stint
in the Bardo and be
reincarnated, hopefully
as a house cat, that
is the next best thing to heaven.

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Louis Faber is a poet, photographer and blogger living in Port St. Lucie, Florida with his wife and cat.  His work has appeared in The Poet (U.K.), Alchemy Spoon, New Feathers Anthology, Dreich (Scotland), Defenestration, Atlanta Review,  Glimpse, The Seventh Quarry Poetry Magazine (Wales), Rattle, Pearl, Midstream, European Judaism, South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, among many others, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His cat says she tries to edit him, but he always resists.