(2015)
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly