a chairlift,
sweetheart.
the go around thing
that moves you breathlessly,
you know?
like the air almost-
I never thought about it.
synthesized
with my platelets
that’s where I left you
in a cough
or a maddened exhale
I thought now would just
keep going,
you know?
the sun never once
gave away
that daylight would end
it was just bright
as fuck
and then
all of a sudden
it was night
as hell.
– sheila c
sheila sea 
Breathe life into the words. And then live in them maybe they will get to understand what we poets see.
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I am wolf
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“that’s where I left you
in a cough
or a maddened exhale”
Wonderful line. I am so glad I discovered your poetry.
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