Sheila beat me at Scrabble on a Tuesday night
That was the first time I felt alright,
comfortable in my own skin
No matter the words said
from my next of kin...
I remember so clearly how she lit incense to burn
Oh, how I yearned to be ignited by her...
It smelled of sage and apples as the fumes rose high
Peach bourbon was poured generously,
then topped with cubes of ice
My fingers were cold but happier still
because she had touched them
it gave me a chill
It was a boiling wet Tuesday in early July
Humidity clung to our skin like white on rice
and the sky was still streaked with firework smoke
I thought I could die when she laughed at my joke
The grass was green and damp
as it grazed my calves
and the fireflies provided the ambiance
as they danced and danced
Sheila had just chopped her auburn hair
and it took everything in me not to stare
I like your new look, I said with a smile
Thank you, my dear, Oh I swear I could fly...
As the turntable spun Stevie Ray Vaughn
Sheila tapped her feet as she hummed along
I don't know that I had ever felt quite as free
to be loved
to be heard
and to really be seen
Sheila beat me at Scrabble on a Tuesday night
For the very first time, I felt alright
About the Creator
Jessi
Writer on the Oregon coast. Lover of nature, poetry, and coffee! I love to write about my travels, lovers + mental health. Thanks for your support! Feel free to browse, share, and comment away. :)
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I loved this one! Happy games in the July humidity...