Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules

I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face

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

When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

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

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work