(2014)
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?