(2015)
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never