When you want ketchup on your french fries
and you upend the new bottle and nothing comes out
and you begin thumping the bottom of the bottle
with the heel of your palm till it hurts
and the restaurant staff and clientele glance at you
with mild disdain for your vulgar and ineffectual
Stone Age behavior,
you know that you are not in heaven.
Heaven is going to be a place where the ketchup flows
freely, like milk and honey in the rivers,
and you won’t have to stick your knife in
and wiggle it vigorously till at last
the seduced ketchup consents to blurt out
in gobbets much larger than you intended
on the lip of your plate. Heaven
will in fact be a place where you don’t even need
ketchup, because the french fries will already be
somehow sufficiently flavorful and interesting in their
own right,
or come to think of it
you won’t even want french fries at all,
in fact you won’t even remember what a french fry
was
because you’ll be so happy eating just ice cream
with angels who kiss you so gently and humorously
but also intensely till your whole body becomes
a pure violin of pleasure.
Another thing about heaven, it will be a place where
you only need to give one example to make a point,
one example will be plenty if it is a good vivid
example,
a bright sanguine example,
and if some other angel provides two examples or ten
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