I woke up from the car crash
in a fine, light suit, intact
lying on a springy cloud.
Everything had a soft luminescence.
Me, the clouds, the heaps
of sticky buns, and upside-down pineapple cakes,
and eclairs, and lemon muffins.
'So this is Heaven?' I said out loud.
YES said a voice
(presumably YKW).
'Where's everyone else?' I said.
O, THERE'S NO PEOPLE, He said,
JUST CAKES.
It was like my seventh birthday all over again.
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