(2015)
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind