(2014)
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
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
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
