Clinical smells
Polite strangers
The only thing worse
Than being here
Is to not be able

You might know her
As blonde eyes
Or as the sister who bakes cookies
But you see
I don’t write this

Long and slender
Her every movement
Deliberate and graceful
Composed as
She listens quietly

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

How can I write how I feel
When what I feel is nothing?
How can I tell you what I need,
What is wrong?
When what is wrong

Have you ever felt
A hole inside of you
Something dead inside
Where your heart
Is supposed to be?

Ask any female
Love
Is in the details
I love you
Three greatest words

If food is poetry
The flavors
The smells
Singing in harmony
Is poetry food?

¿Te duele
Cuándo piques tu dedo?
No
Lo hago por pura diversión
Lo que duele

I’ve known
Deep inside
All along
My value
That I matter