Poems for diabetics
(2015)
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger