(2015)
We are all searching for our identity, and that identity can change. But everyone seems to think that they are groundbreaking mavericks marching to their own tune, and humanity repeats itself all over. We are all philosophers :)
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace