(2014)
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
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
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
