Stretching

Stretching

Stretching again my thin embrace of balance

this New World’s treasures are grossly bright

The wealth of poverty is rich about me

and the unsheltered beckons me home

I work in the field of the jobless

and once again the tension mounts

and my body betrays me

In healthy sickness I loose my appetite for life

Fear is empty fossil fuel

but it’s the only thing my body will consume

although my mind derives nourishment from the pain

Screaming in my silent solitude

I play at tarot cards

voyaging with boredom in my loneliness

I have more living in the deck

than I do in my existence

So I fall through the black hole of my memories

revisiting and reliving the gravity of my mistakes

Recut are the scars of my past

open and healed they weep again

yet I am dry

At least my blood would have been a reminder

that I still alive

February 17-18, 1993

Tressa Lee Breen