Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up