(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
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
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition