(2014)
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
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
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses