(2014)
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
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
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
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
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees