Lisa looked at me one night
with her Marianas trench eyes and her
traffic accident smile
and she said to me,
‘You know, Max,
death is not the end.’
This little lump of soul surprised me,
swimming up, as it did,
through her endless black junk sea.
So I responded with a hopeful voice,
‘Is that true, Lisa?
Do you really think that’s true?’
And as a little rope of snot
slowly rappelled from her nose and the tears
poured down her face,
she told me the truth
for, quite possibly
the very first time.
'God, I hope not,' she said,
‘The universe couldn’t possibly be…