In Heaven

Written in Future Bakery in Toronto while eating biscotti.

In heaven
The sushi is fresh
And it never suffered.
In heaven
Your crushes are attractive
And no man will ever
Love you and leave you
While calling you his buddy.
In heaven you don't need makeup
For your face is fresh as mesclun greens
And all the biscotti you eat
Goes straight to your breasts.
In heaven
Your shoes are flat
And made of cotton candy.
In heaven
I can say a naked I love you
Right
Out
Loud.