(2014)
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
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
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
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
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it