(2014)
#SickPoems
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
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
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
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
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles