(2014)
#SickPoems
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
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
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
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