(2014)
#Portraits
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would 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
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?