(2015)
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
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
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up