(2014)
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
