I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

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

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt