We are simple, really.
When the loudmouth neighborhood dog barks at 4 AM,
we want to know that we aren't the only one
awake and pissed.
When our hated high school rival of twenty years ago crosses our path at Target,
we want to see that she's aged badly
and her kids are ugly.
the opposing quarterback on a stretcher,
an artfully stolen parking place,
and occasional sex in positions
(unsanctioned by any missionary)
where we come first.
the petty offerings
that serve to sate
the complicated appetites
of our darker gods.
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