(2015)
Psoriasis
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
