(2015)
To be more generous More inviting Work in progress
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone