(2014)
#Writing
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
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
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look