(2014)
#Portraits
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
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
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless