(2015)
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
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
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
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
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench