(2014)
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
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished