There’s a word for it
I knew what it was
I sat in a diner
and watched.
The walls were mustard yellow
like someone had
smeared bottles of it
carefully
going over borders.
My phone kept going off.
The woman behind me
cleared her throat loudly.
I half swallowed.
I half chewed.
There was a painting of a sail boat.
3 missed calls.
4 unread messages.
The eggs tasted like water.
The water tasted like eggs.
I didn’t think it felt like this
before, you know?
I think the word was-
I think, it was nothing.
Yeah, that’s it.
It was nothing.
I moved to return the calls.
– SC
sheila sea 
Thanks for the follow! I love this – very cool.
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thank you so much ☺️
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ugh. egg water!
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lmao the worst!
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Thanks for the follow. Going to look forward to reading more in the future.
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Thanks! I’m looking forward to reading you as well. 🙂
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Great poetry. Loved the eggs-water comparison, although it made my stomach churn!
Best wishes.
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Favourite. Ha – I like the way the lady behind you clears her throat – I can almost see her. Nice work 🙂
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I like your work Sheila! And thank you for appreciating mine. 🙂
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Awesome read….
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