on the recommendation of a friend
I travelled to Wyoming.
a lonely place.
nowhere to go
save for the space
around you.
a dusty place.
low-lying structures with
rusty corrugated tin tops.
the vehicle out front
was smeared
in the dust of Wyoming,
the dust of dead wranglers,
dead drovers, and dead lasso artists
although they say some are living.
I introduced "Eclipse" coffee syrup
to the counterman
who took a swig from the bottle,
went berserk, reached for his sixshooter
and shot me dead.
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