(2014)
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
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
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo