Poems for diabetics
(2015)
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
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
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection