by Gale Acuff
One day when I’m dead I’ll be dead but ’til
then let’s say I’m alive and so I’ll sin
whether I want to or not and sometimes
I do, it makes life more fun and no one
really gets hurt though I know that my sins
will count up and then count against me and
Heaven when I die and go there to be
judged, which is why I think that Hell will be
a better place for me, there sins count for
more somehow, and so, ma’am, goodbye ’til next
Sunday. And then I left my Sunday School
teacher there behind her desk with her mouth
open like the tomb that Jesus came forth
from–I never said that I don’t believe.
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 Nickel, The Weight of the World, and The Story of My Lives.