(2014)
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
