Poems for diabetics
(2015)
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
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
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco