(2015)
To be more generous More inviting Work in progress
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
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
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
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
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I