(2014)
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
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
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí