(2015)
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
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
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter