(2014)
Psoriasis
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
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
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
