(2015)
To be more generous More inviting Work in progress
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
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 crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless