(2014)
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
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
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump