(2014)
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
