(2014)
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
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
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding