(2014)
Psoriasis
#Psoriasis
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
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
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly