(2014)
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
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
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
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
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
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
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
