(2014)
Psoriasis
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
