(2015)
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
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
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
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
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again