(2014)
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
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…
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
