(2014)
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends