My poems are short
Written at night
In my head
I wake at dawn
Shake my memory

Well-intentioned stranger
Eyeing me limp through HEB
Why would you ask
If I stepped on a nail?
How do you know

Are you ever tired
Of just being you?
Did you ever
Want to be
Someone new?

Algunos me gusta compartir
Calientitos
Justo cuando salgan del horno
Que no se enfríe
Por eso lo escribí

Nothing makes people flee
Like reading them poetry
They value it in theory
But please don’t make them read
Surprise me with your verse

Pragmatic me
Doesn’t like this girl
You can’t depend on her
Too complex to understand
She cries at the worst times

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

Traffic
Irritation becomes a nightmare
As the lines start to squiggle
Bending in and out
And the world starts its attack

The whole world
Aches and groans
Do you feel her pain?
The human in me
Wants to heal mankind

I cannot divide
My heart
Into four pieces
Equally
Geometrically