(2014)
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best