He's thinking about our death

Brother called freezing and drunk

To ask if I remember the time 

I took communion when

I wasn’t supposed to?

At Nonna’s wedding?

Yeah, certainly, 

I wrote a poem about that

He says his Catholic friends say 

That’s a mortal sin

When your sister dies 

It’ll be goodnight forever

He told them we’re atheists so 

Goodnight forever is 

Expected (almost the hope)

He made us a religious we

An atheist we

Like the we went to atheist church 

Every Sunday of the we childhood

My voice is clawing out

Of my sticky throat

I’m writing a cover letter

For a job I probably don’t want

Typing and chatting

He has called just to talk

Just to chuckle about a god lover

With me with me with me

Before he warms up 

And goes to sleep

I’m multitasking

I’m on a schedule

I wonder if he would ever 

Sit across from me and 

Stare at each other in the face

Taking in everything like a mirror

Sorting out what from the we

Was ours and ours together

And ours to hold as the only two

That are in the we

Maybe we’ll find the time 

During eternal damnation

I said the godlike entity 

And the heavenlike place

I imagine have little to do with 

Catholic rule breaking

But if he thinks his Catholic friends

Would facilitate a little networking

Would he put in a good word for me?

Talk to you later

See you a lot in the meantime

And see you in hell <3