(2014)
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
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
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go