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This is an attempt at social commentary, through my own eyes and some people may find that offensive.
Xena is Me
by Herculena
In my small apartment
Disabled
I watch my tiny TV...the casino
floats ponderously by on
the murky yellow-brown river
and interrupts the signal
She blurs away and then comes back...
She has a good friend but is still
alone
Left her former life behind
as I have
My contact with others has mostly
been
people chattering from keyboards
salmon of text-talk onto the screen
sent through Loki's channels, they
help me to leave my
former life behind
(of illness
of talking with people who wallow
in their illnesses)
My old friends in real life, of
many years
I see them as through frosted glass
and wonder
Was I ever one of them?
I sigh, alone
as Apollo rides past my window bringing
too much sun
and a stray gust from Chicago screams
past
And the television brings me Xena...
she looks Germanic
like me somewhat, we have the same
cheekbones
She has the aquamarine eyes of
my friend who now
sells her mouth for rock
on the seedy stretch down the hill
by the Metra station
Xena left her former life behind
and is moving on, alone
Depite the presence and the
caring from Gabrielle she still
feels
Alone
as I do
Xena leaves at the end of the day
goes back to being Lucy Lawless
or is Xena sent to be me, trapped
in a
government-subsidized box
wanting a better life
trying
falling
obstacles everywhere
politicians not helping not
caring
falling
society saying I'm lazy trash
while I fall I throw a blunted chakram
and as always...
I get back up and battle on
Xena is me
