issue 28 > poetry > frydman

In heaven we listen to our old LP's.
They will be unscratched like us in heaven.
In heaven we will get to see our mothers,
our friends, lost cats. In heaven

there will be tea and pound cake.
A view of water.

Good talk (this is heaven)
good stories and jokes

and we will write
good poems.






Also by Anne Frydman:

Awakening
I Forgot