(2014)
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
