(2014)
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
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
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top