(2014)
#Portraits
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí