The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions

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

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots