(2015)
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words