(2015)
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one