(2015)
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?