(2015)
To be more generous More inviting Work in progress
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
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
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me