Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench

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