Scarlet Letter In Time
I betray my future
My fantasies blind and paralyze
leaving me stuck in a stagnant swamp
Migraine memories fly about me like bats
organic bullets
that strike
ricochet
and come again
Yet rays of sunlight
like coils of mythical Rapunzel’s hair
or twisted cakes of honey
often surround me
My globe mirrors the one I walk
Remembrances and daydreams
bats and sunlight
nights and days
follow their own private cycle
Trapped in Dimmesdale fashion
I find no peace in the jungle of my mind
I cheat on my present with my past
Adulterously I spend my life
sewing a scarlet letter in time
November 1993
Tressa Lee Breen
