(2014)
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
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
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
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
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time