(2014)
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
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
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt