Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles