(2015)
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short