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

How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

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

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

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

Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules