I cannot apologize
For writing what I feel inside
If it is hard to read
It is harder to live
I will understand

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

Bags full of diapers
Cars waiting in line
Smell coming from the load
Ashamed it was mine
He noticed my insulin pump

I cannot let you hold my happiness
For your hand to caress or to drop
It is not healthy It is not safe
For your happiness to depend on an
I’m taking it back but no longer r

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

Are you ever tired
Of just being you?
Did you ever
Want to be
Someone new?

Hospitality
To love a stranger
It need not be much
For one who has little
Will appreciate it

Life is good
A little luxury
A cup of coffee
Served with toast
Consumed lazily

I am unique
In so many ways
But while variety excites
What we look for
Is our common thread

Springtime means
Berry pickin’
In warm sun
Therapeutic
Part of me