(2014)
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
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
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
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 enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it