How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

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

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease