(2014)
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman