(2014)
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
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
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
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
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
