(2015)
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
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
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
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
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses