Be Aware

sometimes I shiver sometimes I freeze

balancing on the spider’s thread

between church’s chandelier arms

the customs officer for all roads

 

it is bitter to smile or to cry

I hide my helplessness

like a dandelion globe in my bosom

I can’t abjure it

 

Christmas trees drip resin tears

inside the font where I was baptized

names of places where I stopped

haunted by half-dead hopes

dreams amputated without anesthesia

crosses raised slanting in the storm

 

the sin of despair grew like a whale

devouring all wrongdoings

clasped in a shrinking carcass

my name separated from myself

like a poisoned bead of white mistletoe

 

at every crossroads my body or my word