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Horseshoe, and it Crucified
A hoodie girl outside the truck stop leans
Against a wall, huddled against the wind
While no one’s looking, sneaking a cigarette
A vision of desperation through the windshield
She’s selling Cowboy-Jesus “for the missions”
A table of lacquered cypress crosses
But instead of the Corpus a horseshoe
A horseshoe crucified – and, too, a girl
A poor, sad girl outside the truck stop leans
She’s selling Cowboy-Jesus for some boss
Or else
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