(2014)
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
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
