Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
