(2014)
Psoriasis
#Psoriasis
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
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
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one