(2014)
#Pain
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea