I don’t believe in life,
so I’ve become religious.
Every Sunday, bright and early,
I guarantee my entry to the
where I can sit with my
telescope from death
and watch as my creations
drown in the acclaim of which they
gasped for while my heart was beating.
I swear to my strung-along God that
killing myself was the most
effective method of immortality,
especially for someone as needy as me.
© Sam Hunt, 2017