poI met Jesus at Taco Bell,
He looked nothing like the pictures, and
punched my order in like he wasn't anything at all.
i asked
-how's life friend?
His tired shell didn't even need to look up,
not to inch his tone or wax humanity.
-it's been better.
Honest and brutal as death.
He just handed over my tacos and went out back for a cigarette break.
I grabbed my piece of half-rancid meat pumped fresh from the machine
took a swig of 5% real fruit juice from concentrate
and swatted a fly
How can it get any better than this?
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