(2014)
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
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
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I