My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
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
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand