SCARCITY

It seems difficult to make two ends meet when the length of thread doesn’t stretch

This inheritance is no longer enough to cloth an entire family

Each member stumbles around, exposed and full of grief

Patience, they have none

They run a tight gambit in order to care of the necessities

Cloths wither and winkle, standing rigid

So the group assembles, coming to terms with their new bare bodies

The fabric that once held on to their internal stories, their hidden struggles is missing in action.

Those few members who cannot hack the embarrassment, navigate back to the familiar

They beg, plead, and steal

Practice the use of unconventional methods

Uneven shards of tin foil crinkle around the scarred flesh

Flesh that translates the book of their lives into a time line of events

The new more distinguishable, then the old

The existing members encircle each other in a chain link hung.

Making use of limbs as shields, no material required 

The constant fight to make ends meet proves to be unyielding.