(2015)
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying