(2015)
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know