(2014)
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
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
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios