(2014)
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
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
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
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
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
