Poem for a Trieb

I never venture to believe in Avatars anymore
for they seem too
much like
super heroes,
like Jesus,
in his benign divine human nature,
so I dismiss the idea of divine blood,
vouching more for raw libido, exhausted
breaths, numbing existence,
mere existence --
The funny thing is
… when the coffee table
is cleared and Brian
sets up the Scrabble board,
David and Juniper
are determined to win,
so they joined in the fight to
beat us --

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