If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time