(2014)
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
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
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
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
