(2014)
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses