(2014)
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
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
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field