(2015)
To be more generous More inviting Work in progress
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
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
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés