(2014)
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
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
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
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
