(2014)
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
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
