(2014)
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
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
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
