(2014)
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers