(2014)
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
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
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone