(2015)
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
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
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music