(2014)
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
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
