(2014)
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
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 cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse