(2014)
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
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
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
