(2015)
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
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
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 body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me