(2014)
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
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
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory