Poems for diabetics
(2015)
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
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
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can