I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

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

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide

You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top