(2015)
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
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
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never