Authors note: BtVS, just after Chosen.
I Wear My Broken Heart Like a Mourning Band [¹]
By now, for the numbers
of selves, wonder
stereotypical hypothethic
power
judgment line
defense rather
empty
prone grumpy group
to be beaten
where I used to
shut indulgence up
to the dumpster
pervading music
latest edges
reading of it all
what was that place
surprise, deep sleep,
superhuman care
pursue pain
inherited guilt
these sandal's are cool
and on to the body's restrain
tip-toed scorns
wild scream harvested
give two thoughts
togetherness we breeze
for you are the space
between darkness
before atom b-longed to me[²]
touched by the shadow
they cried in there
where blinds pass
through the empty smell.
[¹] "Wore his broken heart like a mourning band" – Lael Tucker Wertenbaker
[²] Walt Whitman, I celebrate myself, and sing myself; "For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you."