(2014)
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
