(2015)
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
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
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone