by Gale Acuff

I want to go to Heaven when I die 

to tell God and Jesus how full of it 

they are, scheming up history that we 

ordinary folks here on Earth never 

made but the Father and the Son claim we did, 

free will it’s called, I confess I’ve got some, 

but not enough to choose to end the Cause 

of it all and everything else I might 

be leaving out out of ignorance or 

stupidity or both but then again 

God read minds better than Santa Claus so 

He surely knows what I’ve been thinking and 

think now and will think–Hell, He knows it all 

just like He planned it. Let my people go


Mr. Acuff’s work has appeared in Ascent, Chiron Review, Pennsylvania Literary Journal, Poem, Adirondack Review, Maryland Poetry Review, Florida Review, Slant, Nebo, Arkansas Review, South Dakota Review, and many other journals. He has authored three books of poetry, all from BrickHouse Press: Buffalo NickelThe Weight of the World, and The Story of My Lives.

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