At the Way Station for the Afterlife
There is a nun named Amanda
naked in the shower
at the Way Station for the Afterlife and
each drop of water is singing
as they splash sanctimonious against
her fair skin.
I am spending time in the common room
with an old former Baptist
to atheism when he saw the sun rise
over the meadow fog
and over his dog
lying dead on the porch from a gunshot to its side.
His name is William (the old man)
(never learned the name of the dog)
but he goes by the name Slow Bob.
Slow Bob said there was no right in this universe
for what happened to his dog.
“No right at all.”
Amanda comes down
dressed in gray sweats and
with a towel wrapped about her hair.
She smells dangerous.
A family man at a nearby table
focuses his attention
on the sliced banana in
I am not sure of his name.
Or anything really about him.
Only that he likes sliced bananas.
And he likes reading Tolstoy.
(Or some Russian author.)
Amanda comes and sits next to me
and lights a cigarette.
“Does it always need to sound
like fucking bells
every time you take a shower?”
Slow Bob asks.
I think he is sweet on Amanda.
Just that we all have our ways.
“Fuckin’ Bobby…” Amanda laughs
blowing the smoke
over the table
and in my grapefruit.
You catholics have no respect
“Yeah Bobby. Like he said.
There is a commotion in the kitchen.
Something drops and someone yells.
A German man and his teenage daughter
run the kitchen.
(It’s she who yelled.)
Some people rush over
to crowd the door
and peer inside.
Hoping to find something scandalous.
Perhaps the daughter has
a secret lover
at the Way Station
for the Afterlife.
And they sneak into each other’s room for
illicit trysts that tear at the German Kitchen Man’s
Amanda rubs the towel
violently over her head and
takes it off
so that her hair falls
wild and wonderful.
Fragrances of midnight pears
cascade and enchant me
as she draws close
leans into me
smells my neck and whispers
in my ear.
I put my hand on hers on the table.
Squeeze it just a bit.
But Slow Bob notices.
“What did she say?” He asks me
full of suspicion.
He has grim eyes and a sharp nose.
His tie is loose about his neck.
“Oh Bobby,” she says into my shoulder
and her body pulls back slightly.
She smiles at me
My Epiphany Train is coming in.
“Epiphany Train!” Amanda yells and laughs.
“Isn’t that a damnable thing,” Bobby says
“Fire and brimstone, Bobby,” Amanda replies
staring at me.
Her eyes a seductive green.
She moves her hand underneath the table
to my thigh.
My heart races.
My breath becomes shallow.
“Fire and Brimstone.”
It comes tomorrow morning to collect me.