No one wants to go to Hell and I say

to my Sunday School teacher I don't want
to go to Heaven, neither—I mean that
I don't want to die at all, so there, so
she bends over to make our faces face
each other and says Gale, Dear, no one
wants to die, of course, but we all must and
death is always on its way towards us
and we to it and then she smiled, if she
had written that down that smile would be her
punctuation and at regular school
I never remember if quotation
marks go inside or outside a full stop
and then I said I bet you never die
and then she frowned. It makes her look younger.