(2015)
For my beautiful nieces and nephews, who of course are the funnest kids in the whole wide world.
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely