(2014)
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory