(or, WHY METAPHORS ABOUT HEAVEN ARE WORTHLESS)
it's like when you fall
in love,
and think,
"oh my god,
i could make this person
breakfast,
` every morning,
until forever."
So you start buying eggs,
and thinking about strawberries,
and orange juice,
and only then realize --
she hates breakfast.
she wouldn't even have breakfast
for dinner.
so you try to imagine
the seduction of her black bean burritos,
but just cant.
and you're back already.