I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
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 told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall