I recently saw a TV decorator-type show about creating indoor/outdoor spaces, and, beautiful as some of the designs were, I was slightly horrified at the concept of having no boundaries between an inside and an outside space. I love being able to close the door on the world, draw the curtains shut, and cocoon myself inside, in a contained, dimly lit, and definitively indoor space. I find that very soothing. As enamored as I am with all of these landscapes, I think I would feel somewhat assaulted by the constant sight of the horizon, trees, beach, forest, desert, whatever it may be.
But oddly, when I sat down to write this poem, that's not what occurred to me. What occurred to me was that today, I spent $20.00 on a video game that I am going to have to return to the store because my computer doesn't have the specs to play it. I spent the money recklessly because I was completely enraptured by the storyline and the depiction of the (decidedly non-hyper-sexualized) female lead on the cover, who looked tough and graceful and capable and strong. My reptilian consumer brain kicked in instantly: I want me some of what she's got! And what better way to get it than dropping twenty bucks on a game? If I play it long enough, I'm sure to manifest some of her more stellar qualities! (My confidence in the power of role-playing is never-ending).
So I ended up writing about a conglomeration of all of the pixelated versions of myself I have ever created:
The technology's come through:
I've finally pixelated
my ideal self and you know
I have a feeling,
it's all going to be
just fine now. I'm equipped
for circumstances, combative
or sanguine. In either, I'll look
like sex in battle gear.
I dodge with prowess, in spite
of the weight of my provisions:
Plus six agility, plus ten
fire power, and bonus
damage against all things undead.
I fear no rabid wolves, no Worgen,
no raging elementals.
Nothing that lurks in the forest
pixelated things, programmed
to attack on trigger.
such courage, here.
If you could see
my skill in battle! (Or even just my hair,
bouncing back like a Suave commercial).
If you could see me
as I see myself,
how I know the wild
and unending grace within me.