(2015)
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
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
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery