state lottery

she had tracks

stabbed up her arms

and someone’s kid

stuffed in her belly

and she was trying to tell me

(while she was drawing on a cigarette

and drawling about god)

that this character was watching over her

and all of us

from a cloud

(of smoke?)

and she was due some luck

and she was out of coke

and, “jesus h christ

what the fuck!

not even dying is free.”

and I got a sense

her kind of gods

print giant checks

and manage the state lottery

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