Poems for diabetics
(2015)
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time