(2014)
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
