broken god temp rises... (temp blog posting new poem)

so-called validity

everyone’s focus is different; you choose

to focus on being broken

(to use that as your excuse

when something doesn’t work for you

or when you don’t work for someone else)

so broken so broken so broken so

you won’t keep trying; you’ll back off;

you’ll temporarily hide yourself

(you’ll validate that as trying to heal yourself),

then you’ll suddenly launch yourself into

someone else to temp focus upon; broken god temp rises

everyone chooses how to refine/define

themselves and others.  i don’t think you’re broken.

i think you have a twisted wing span.

nobody else can hold you long enough

to glue you back together, because you don’t want them too.

you don’t want to be glued to anyone place.

you want to twitch, crack away,

not let anyone else stick to the way

you tension thread your own skin

then call its damage broken

as though something else dive-bombed you with needles