My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
