Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
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
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould