(2014)
#SickPoems
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
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
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly