(2015)
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
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
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
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
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
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong