Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

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

Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

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

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface