(2014)
Psoriasis
#Psoriasis
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
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
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
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
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