(2014)
#Writing
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread