(2015)
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
