(2015)
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco