(2014)
#SickPoems
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
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
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
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…
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face