If you find someone
That can do it
Better than you
Get them on your team

Would I rather be
A younger me?
More productive
Stronger
Would i have to give up

If food is poetry
The flavors
The smells
Singing in harmony
Is poetry food?

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 am stronger
Than you think I am
I am weaker
Than I look

Most women are cooks
But a man who cooks
Is a chef
She cooks over and over
To feed the masses

Beautiful legs
The right shape and curve
Olive color without the green
That tans and doesn’t burn
Until you see

Stubbed toe
Red light
Ugly words
Ugly mouth
To shock

Rough day
Rough night
If I could live
In my bath
Water would never

I don’t expect
Diabetes education
For the public
But chances are
You know one