(2014)
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
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation