(2014)
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
