(2014)
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone