(2015)
Psoriasis
#Enfermedad #Piel
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
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
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team