A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s