(2014)
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
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
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace