(2015)
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it