(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
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