I saw him walking on campus. He was about 30 feet ahead of me, dressed in khaki pants and sandals, walking like a stupid Jesus. He knew I was behind him, but he was pretending he hadn’t seen me. It had been two full days since he was in my room getting dressed, his cum just beginning to drip out of my vagina. Not very immaculate of you, stupid Jesus! I’d left two messages on his answering machine, but I knew he wasn’t going to call me back. This resurrection in my presence was merely an unavoidable coincidence. I don’t even think he cared that we’d eventually run into each other on a campus of only a few thousand. Unfeeling, stupid Jesus!
“Hey, stupid Jesus,” I called. He didn’t even turn around.