(2014)
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
