I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words

The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse

No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo

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

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

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