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

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

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

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete

The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

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

A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters