(2014)
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly