(2014)
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles