(2015)
To be more generous More inviting Work in progress
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
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
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters