(2015)
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never