(2015)
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it