(2015)
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
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
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion