(2015)
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
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