(2014)
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
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
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
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
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
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