Numbskull

Numbskull

Everything snowing down

cold

building up around my feet

I’m running

but still deeper I become

This world of purity

buries me in blasphemy

All that is said to grow here

is plastic in the soil

Yet I cannot feel the chill

I cannot feel the sin

In this land known to be hot as hell

my mind

my soul

are frozen still

February 24, 1993

Tressa Lee Breen