(2015)
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able