(2015)
To be more generous More inviting Work in progress
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short