(2014)
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters