(2014)
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
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
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
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
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
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me