(2014)
#SickPoems
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
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 love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized