(2015)
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds