(2014)
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 love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste