(2014)
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers