Ides
this is why I need to scatter your pieces
Published in
Dec 28, 2020
Today I want to break
vessels that don’t belong to me —
not for dominance,
nor revenge
but to know who’s real.
Vigilance makes me weary.
If I prick you, will you bleed
or keep your drops close
— are you that spare
Or vindictive?
Are you banking
for future battles
— do you find me
unworthy?
The scales are a gift —
weight from my father;
my mother gave me
the blindfold.
I see only disparity.
I don’t carry shame
house to house
but I keep finding it
on my stoop.
Drones promise belonging
in the form of boxes
unacceptably shaped,
no return address.
This is precisely why
I need to scatter your pieces.
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