(2015)
I have psoriasis, a genetic skin condition caused by an accelerated over-active immune system. The skin cells regenerate too fast and they pile up.
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
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
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
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
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job