(2014)
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
