(2014)
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
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
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds