May, Lancaster, 2020

i fold the laundry

i dry the dish

i open the carport

i close the door

i type the words

but the words own me

the world owns me

the very beating of my heart owns me

it’s all very troublesome

I claw at freedom

and freedom pushes back

“don’t claw at me” she says

well, fuck.


– sheila c.


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