(2014)
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
