(2014)
Psoriasis
#Psoriasis
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench