(2015)
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
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
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
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
