(2014)
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
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
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
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
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench