#Portraits
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench