(2014)
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
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
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
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
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
