(2014)
#Writing
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
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
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
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
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go