Also known as suppertime
(2014)
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
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
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
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
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
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
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words