wednesday songs

I can hear the city bellowing outside

and Wednesday is groaning out

a lingering goodbye

I am watching your breath rise,

grateful for the air in your lungs

they sing the sun to me

they sing

and there is no longing here

not now, in this calm

there is only the bliss

etched on your skin;

permeating my own

and the sinking feeling disappearing somewhere within

I pour my hopes into a

thought

I let it sit

and learn time does stop

after all

– sheila c.

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flame

I dreamt that the gods picked me out of bed

and shook me violently

they had grown tired of my struggle

and breathed bravery into my lungs

i was not born ready for this

but something has changed

it was desire that made me weak

so I will take those parts you claimed

and build a new fire

a new flame to consume the old

and burn the blame

– Sheila C.

 

 

calmĀ 

drops of sweat are forming on his forehead.
they are dripping towards his eyelashes & they will sting him, 
soon. 

he’s bringing all the lawn chairs inside & lining them up in the hall. 
they make him anxious. 

but there’s no choice. 
this is basic. 
this is how you prepare. 

outside, everything has been stripped for us.

the whirling dervish is approaching 
the hypnosis will close in on us
perhaps,
he can taste it
in the air.

– sc