(2014)
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
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
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo