Psoriasis
(2014)
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go