(2014)
#Portraits
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
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
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
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
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