Dialing for eternal suffering

My baby-sitter

was a born again Christian,

and a old movie fan.


I remember she’d let us

stay up late watching the

old, black & white movies

on the UHF channels.


And some-times

the passage of time between the

action on the screen

and our watching it on the little tv

would become too much for her,

and she would say, wistfully,


“Do you see all those people?

They’re all burning in hell.”