Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
