(2014)
Psoriasis
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
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
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
