(2014)
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
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
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically