(2014)
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
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
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short