(2014)
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
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
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
