(2014)
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers