(2015)
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
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
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain