(2015)
#Skin
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
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
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
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
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
