My sister’s cookies
Chocolate chip
Got my nephew to
Say her name
For the first time

A conversation
With a true friend
Leaves your life richer
Maybe with a laugh
A smile on your face

You must commit
To an outfit
Where are you going?
In sporty yoga pants
Athletic top

Mis manchas de Bambi
Manchas blancas
Cubren mi cuerpo
La gente se queda mirando
Pero no les da asco

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

Itchy
It has to come off
Nerves
Makes me pick
His look

If I could draw a tree
In all it’s complexity
Would you be impressed?
If I could draw a human face
It would be but a trace

Most women are cooks
But a man who cooks
Is a chef
She cooks over and over
To feed the masses

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

Who am I?
I am me
When did I
Become me?
As I recall