Letras
I became an atheist the Junior year of my spring semester in college
My friend from back home moved into our already crowded two-bedroom apartment
that now housed four
(and five when Cathy would move in later that year)
He was unyielding and used logic
like a hammer or a martyr,
and would hurl question after question across the four-foot gap
between his mattress and mine
It absolved me of any last remaining doubt
There was a certainty that finally settled in
that had been torn open during my freshman year over a course in Cultural Anthropology
I am comfortable knowing that this is it
There is so much more beauty in a life that also has death
