(2014)
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
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
