(2014)
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect