James Diaz writes

Gather Round

Tonight
There is nothing broken
Tonight 
There is no place like home 
It never existed
Under all of this burnt up, well-traveled in skin
The pink of me swallows
so deep the light / well hid / my other-mother face
Bruises / broken dishes / not bodies
Commanding love from the floor
Tonight, I burn and
Everything I touch does not wilt
This heart, hear this heart hunger tonight 
For the fix is in, and every part that would not fold just right
Is a beautiful mess inside of me
I am clicking my heels, tonight 
Tonight 
There is no place like the inside of my own skin


Broken -- Maher Hassan