(2015)
For my beautiful nieces and nephews, who of course are the funnest kids in the whole wide world.
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
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
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?