(2015)
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
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
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
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
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection