(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
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
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field