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-Is it so wrong of me to want a story with Connor and Angel, where the young, hip barista thinks it so sweet that someone as young, hot and rich as the football-shouldered pale guy in leather still takes his 70-year-old blue-eyed grandfather (he looks like Peter O'Toole. Is that wrong?) out for coffee every Tuesday?

-There's nothing weird about wanting Faith to have a passel of brats and for all of them to call their mommy's best friend, "Aunt Buffy". And for mommy and Aunt Buffy every once in a while to kiss in the laundry room, Faith sitting on the dryer with her legs around Buffy, asking, "The sheets clean, yet?" Buffy pulling away and finding the fabric softener and saying, "Yeah. You cleaned up real good." See. Not weird.

-And if Buffyverse really were to go all Round Table, wouldn't Buffy actually be the one who's King Arthur? Is it so wrong that this probably makes Spike Guinevere? Faith would be Morgan Le Fay, and Willow is obviously Merlin.

-Spike, self-portrait.

Dana drew some pictures small,
scribbled her crayon Watchers.
They beat her, drew her blood
got dripped, down a line of Slayers.
Might've been Fred who drew her
out of hell, on the wall;
Might've been Xander who knew her,
Watched her crayon/pencil it all in.
Willow who fucked her, made her
over Buffy who made her fuck,
or Angel made her Dru.
And when you looked at all those pictures,
small, you saw
she drew them all of you.

Comments

[stultiloquentia.livejournal.com]

I like your poem. A lot. It's head-spinning with all its loops and puns and doubling back on itself. It took me several reads to figure it out. Monsters and victims: Spike draws a picture of the victim, and Dana draws a picture of the monster, but he is she and she is he. No matter who touches them and how, it all comes down to that one defining encounter, inescapable, that hooks itself into every experience thereafter. Feeling grim, much? Oh, Spike.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

I...think you understand this poem way better than I do. Whenever I write poetry I actually understand it's very bad, imo, whereas I rather like this. So, thanks.

Dana contains multitudes.