(2014)
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
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
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation