(2014)
#Spanglish
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
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
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
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
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
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job