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

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

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

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

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?