(2014)
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
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
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
