Tug of War by Susan Shea


It is still too easy to get worried

about a tick sized stranger

buried in the nook of your arm

as we study strategies to remove it

trying not to crush it into releasing

any revenge into your system

it becomes the entire slippery world

too big to discover or draw out 

we cannot speak its language

or know what it wants from us

we come to band aid 

terms with it in truce

but our eyelids are still fighting

to stay open

refusing to surrender to our

swelling need for infallibility


Susan Shea is a retired school psychologist who grew up in Brooklyn, New York and now lives in a forest in Pennsylvania. So grateful to be a full-time poet now, she has written more than 800 poems in the past two years. Within that time, her poems have been published in or are now forthcoming in Chiron Review, ONE ART, Invisible City, Ekstasis, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Green Silk Journal, The Write Launch, The Gentian, Across the Margin, October Hill Magazine, Litbreak Magazine, Poemeleon, Beltway Poetry, Foreshadow, The Loch Raven Review, and others. Within the last few months one of her poems was nominated for Best of the Net by Cosmic Daffodil, and three poems were nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Umbrella Factory Magazine.