(2015)
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
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
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it