Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
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
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
