(2015)
To be more generous More inviting Work in progress
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory