(2015)
I have psoriasis, a genetic skin condition caused by an accelerated over-active immune system. The skin cells regenerate too fast and they pile up.
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
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