(2014)
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
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
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know