(2014)
#SickPoems
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect