#Portraits
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
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
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
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 would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
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
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse