(2015)
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
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
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…