Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

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

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important