(2015)
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
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
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
