(2014)
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
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