dry eye

here is a smattering of your dignity

there is not a dry eye in the place

your perseverance has made addicts of all

of them

you’re such a phoenix

making your own ashes

trying to glue yourself together


-sheila c.


of me

i follow your voice to the morning

and i rise with the small hairs

on the crook of your neck.

i stay there

and sit quietly

with your freckles.

they mirror mine

but i don’t think it’s strange..

someone must’ve

pulled us apart

before we were flesh.

– sheila c.

live long

that little dog you liked
won the Westminster Abbey
and the Cardassians are fighting
with that girl Amber
we went to High-school with..
I think she made a porn tape.
she might’ve fucked the the last one
right on this marble counter.
I know I did.
I broke a damn nail
digging into the stone.
phewww BUT the fruits of our labor!
though when I tap now it’s uneven.
you know, tap, tap, thunk, tap
a lack of symmetry in sound waves
is almost as bad
as this sludge in our lungs.
it’s all the smoke you know
we practically blow it out
of every orifice.
I mean, do hear the muffled guffaws?
man, cause my eardrums are swelling.
soon we’ll all clock into
work via facebook.
can you imagine?

– SC