(2014)
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
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
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
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
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
