(2014)
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion