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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

Systems Collapse


Systems Collapse

Scratch me
skin opens
slice deeper
blood flows
cut off a limb
body goes into shock
pierce an organ
the whole system collapses

Enter me without physically puncturing
and rip apart my soul with your silence

Won’t the end be the same?

February 24, 1993
Tressa Lee Breen

Orange Peeling


Orange Peeling

Peeled away
(pearls and onions)
so many layers
(I never knew I had so many souls)
no blood
and the pain
no
more like
the image of pain
where it should be
but isn’t
(why doesn’t the pain enhance
as nerves greet the light
screaming)
I’m shaking
yet I can’t feel it
So much of me being ripped away
like disappearing sunsets of my youth
And that which I found here
is stripped away from me too
(I can’t even cover the raw flesh)
So much of what I am
and what I’d hoped to become
gone
Smaller and smaller
I’m dissolving
till the heart of the matter is uncovered
and all that is left
are peelings

February 24, 1993
Tressa Lee Breen

Teacher's Pet


Teacher’s Pet

I was curious for you to read my life
so I copied down my soul
and handed you the years

I had hoped that my words would see you
and that your spirit might feel the embrace of another
I write to me
but sometimes let people read over my shoulder
Giving “understanding of the word” is not a goal
sharing the feeling is my aspiration
Garnering any wisdom
no matter how general or detailed
is always advantageous
but secondary
I wish to live learning
but have no desire to be taught

And now I find myself in discourse with a teacher
who doesn’t seem to understand
it’s not the pen on paper
but the hand on skin that moves me
Don’t just tell me what you think
show me what you feel
If I can surround you with emotion
the how and why are not important

Don’t let the lessons of your past
become the teachings of your future
You’re not standing at a podium
and I’m not sitting at a desk
Look me in the eye from across a round table
and share your knowledge with me
Ask me, “Do you understand?”
Never assume, “She doesn’t understand”

Remember
a teacher must always be ready
to learn

February 21, 1993
Tressa Lee Breen

Backyard Sighting


Backyard Sighting

Across my lover’s backyard
an emerald forest
I see him
cradled in a hammock
the fabled babe hanging from the stork’s beak
reading
Sky gold showers down on him
I can see his aura and his halo
as he moves to capture the light
All the warmth on him
I feel in me
for him
He doesn’t see me
for he is not in this world
but of it
and he won’t even know
that if I should loose my sight
I pray that this
be the last thing I see

February 19, 1993
Tressa Lee Breen