(2014)
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface