(2014)
#SickPoems
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know