(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
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
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized