The Gospel of John
by Alex Stolis


We decided to road trip to Vegas--
between us, the whole thing
was my idea-- I thought a break
would do some good.
Mary volunteered to drive,
she knew most of the truck stops
with the best food
and had all the skinny on how to beat the house;
the way she shook the dust
from her red hair was like water
rising to the lip of the sun.
Halfway through the desert
she took off her shawl,
my cigarette ashes flew
out the wing window
cherry glowing off the asphalt
and she was a gypsy
ready to sell a blind man his sight back;
the mountains in the distance
stubble on the face of God.






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