(2014)
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
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
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
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
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear