(2014)
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me