much more than she believed in god
even as the snake-charming priest
convinced her that virginity was a sin
in the back of a black van
with one broken headlight
on a summers night so hot
that even the walls had begun to sweat
the two big bays
(Mr. Henderson's prize mares)
stood in slow witness at the edge of the field
she could hear their soft throated calls
whispering to each other
as the priest attempted to split her open
as if feeling her insides was a punishment
for the fall from Paradise
and the sins of Eve
when it was all over
when she had stood up and smoothed her dress to her knees
and started her awkward march back home
under an indifferent moon
she let her thoughts turn South and drift
to the holy burning seat of Graceland
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