Looking backards, I mistook your

Arrogant Aplomb for Authority And

Blindly, I Believed that your

Critiques were for Construction. I was

Dumb to your Desire to Destory and Devalue me, so I

Excused your Effacements and

Forgot and Forgave your

Gauche, Ghastly “Guidance” until the day I

Heard the Heft of Hatefulness in your Hostile Honesty.

Inexhaustibly you Implicated the most Insane and Insipid...

Ah, Christian Bale

your protrayals are never stale.

You act with precision,

you’re a casting director’s best decision!

Buffy Summers,

a fictional hero above all others.

You go girl, you kill, you slay

and your best frend’s vampire doppleganger once made her say “I think I’m kinda gay.”

Spike, one word- one syllable,

to Buffy you were unkillable.

Unlike Angel, cursed because he was an a-hole

yo...

…

The jarring freeze of the steel examination table, first colliding with the small of her back and then with the back of her skull, awoke her. Almost mechanically, the frigid collision had rebooted her, and she remembered why she was there.:

“I’m on a Mission and The Mission is what matters.”

She thought it again.

Again.

Again.

Then she spoke it aloud.

“What’s that deary, I can’t hear you,...

“I would be anything for you,”

but all you ever ask me to be is me.

“How lucky!” they all say with equal parts awe and envy in their voices,

but they don’t know…

that it is always never enough....

“It’s impossibly ugly

-this sweater-

but I wear it each week,

no matter the weather”

it’s my woolen shield

it takes the glances and the stares

so

my face can rest

-like a bitch-

or

in any other expression it wants,

Unseen....