(2015)
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face