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Laura Alaniz

Laura Alaniz

My sister's cookies

My sister’s cookies
Chocolate chip
Got my nephew to
Say her name
For the first time
My sister’s cookies
Brought the family
Together
If only to fight
Over the last one
My sister’s cookies
Have kitchen chat
Mixed in the dough
Along with kid’s fingers
And just a pinch of sass
I love
My sister’s cookies
Because they remind
Me of her
I don’t even like
Chocolate chip cookies

(2015)

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Tea kettle

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
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A1C

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
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Guilt trip

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
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The artist among us

To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
How do you measure pain?

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
Is it ready?

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
Portrait of a Rose

Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
A love story

A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
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Nothing

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
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Mirror

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
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Un regalo inesperado

No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
My body is perfect

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
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Measured in cups

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
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Strings attached

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
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If I must die

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
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