(2014)
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
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 will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain