(2015)
Psoriasis
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
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
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
