God is a woman
and She lives at the Motel 6.
She’s your waitress
and She’s a bitch.
She’s the hole in your
sweater,
the knot in your greasy hair.
She’s the bed the seasons
sleep in,
the tripping down the stairs.
She knows your favorite porn
star,
She goes with her to work-
She is that certain sadness
sitting in her smirk.
She’s a wax sun,
the last call,
a Chinese finger trap,
God is a woman
and She was dead
before the Cadillac.
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