everyday the sun
beats down on me
reminding me of the
joie de vivre
it’s fucking unbearable
the clean cement
and garter snakes
that slice the grass
the lawn angels
chubby and fixed
eternally tragic
the pure aged whiskey
the fresh tapped beer
the smoke smell..
I carry it all in my hair
with the fucking laughter
and the sting
the stinging
i wish i you were here
would i love you
would you love me
if i was beautiful?
more beautiful..
or distant
instead of cute
and pleading?
i’m not cute
just,
not cute.
I know
my thigh gap
is missing
you are the gap
that is missing
this awareness is
troubling.
– sheila c.
sheila sea 
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Lovely
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Thank you!
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So, so talented.
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Thank you, Aria š
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I love your poem!
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Thank you!
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Wow. And anyone who doesn’t think you’re beautiful enough is warped.
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Haha, beauty is in the eye or whatever, right? Thank you for the charming compliment however. š
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I read it like a RAP, fast, really fast! ‘t is great! Do you sing? š
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