(2014)
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s