(2014)
#SickPoems
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion