(2014)
#SickPoems
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment