Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

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

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face

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 would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time