Vivian Pollak

He Has Risen, but Who Cares

She craved a man
But didn’t want a mere fuck-buddy 
Oh God
She cried out
Spilling her Malbec

Then Jesus came flying
Into the room
Over the hardwood
As if it were water
But he was bored and done with that trick

My child,
he cooed 
Let my bluish-green light
Into your pussy 

It was the last straw

She knew she’d have to
Go back to the dating sites
She had heard about those 
Ectoplasmic freaks 

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