(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
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
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically