(2014)
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
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds