(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times