(2015)
Dedicated to my sister and our late night talks when this became my catchphrase.
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones