(2014)
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow