Follow Me
It was four in the morning
when he entered the 7-Eleven
and pointed at the cash register.
A middle-aged woman
hands over a pile of dollars.
He tells her: “My name is Jesus – follow me.”
She checks her makeup.
He waits patiently for her in the parking lot.
They drive away in a beat-up truck
hauling gardening tools.
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