(2015)
To be more generous More inviting Work in progress
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what