May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top

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

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules