(2014)
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
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
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work