(2015)
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically