I can feel it coming
Decisions I can’t make
Brain starts to freeze
Fingers won’t work
Sick of this disease

Your enthusiasm exhausts me
This coke is flat
The bubbles disperse
Leaving a sticky and sweet
Aftertaste

Well-intentioned stranger
Eyeing me limp through HEB
Why would you ask
If I stepped on a nail?
How do you know

My soft spot
My sweet boy
I’d do anything for
Who convinced me
Little boys are the best

I look away
Afraid to see
Flicker of nerves
In their eye
A clench

When I think of my mom
I think of malt o meal muffins
When I think of my dad
Memories of a child
Chasing us around the circle

I love to hear poetry read
Rather than performed
I love to hear each word
Appreciated
Rather than memorized

Who’s the best?
Ask my Daddy
He’ll tell you
Enthusiastically
He always sees

Algunos me gusta compartir
Calientitos
Justo cuando salgan del horno
Que no se enfríe
Por eso lo escribí

Would I rather be
A younger me?
More productive
Stronger
Would i have to give up