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


I let it sit

and learn time does stop

after all

– sheila c.


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.



the many-worlds theory 

there’s a theory

in quantum mechanics

an utterly complex

& difficult theory

to understand-

much less explain

without proper expertise

and divisive research.

put simply,

it states that

our universe,

our past,

our present

and our future

are a part of an

infinite number

of universes.

so many,

in fact

that every possible



and scenario

is happening,

has happened

and will happen.

I take comfort in this theory.

I bend my knees in gratitude

because in this possibility

there is another-

one, where you and I

have a chance,

a feasible chance

somewhere outside

the tangle

of this life

and the next.

I only hope 

they grasp the luck

we’ve been denied.

– sc