Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

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

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

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

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

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

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

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

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