(2015)
Dedicated to my sister and our late night talks when this became my catchphrase.
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
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 will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall