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Sita Gaia

I Know It's Not Sexy

I know it's not sexy, but I
ran six blocks, barefoot in light blue sneakers with
unravelling red laces to get the medication for you that I
forgot. Your thumping migraine leaves me
worried and a million wasps sting
me with my horrible memory.

I know it's not sexy, but I
check and see if you need a Cola poured
over ice because it's some sort of
magic fix. I tell you we could swap brains,
& I would care for you forever.

I know it's not sexy, but I would love you
like the way you can count on the rain to be
unpredictable as our stupid brains.
Sometimes it makes me wish you could
lift the curse of the throbbing
because you were a witch.

Jabbing pains in our brains
that they say isn't normal. I'm strange
but you still hit on me when you're in pain,
and I ask someone to take it
out like our stinky trash
bin even though I'm yours.
​
Your gentlewoman who buys you
iced coffee. I swear to god I know it isn't sexy,
because you could do that for
yourself as you hate asking for
help, but with me you have no choice. 

Biography

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Sita Gaia (she/they) is a Social Artist and a queer chronic illness warrior. Their much anticipated chapbook Knocking on the Body's Door is to be released through Prolific Pulse Press and Amazon in June. They love owls and drink way too much coffee. They have been published through Harness Magazine, Fine Lines Literary Magazine, and Last Leaves Magazine. They reside in Vancouver, BC, with their wife. You can find them on Instagram at @sitagaia_poetry.  
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