Poems for diabetics
(2015)
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere