Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

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

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

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…

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this