(2015)
To be more generous More inviting Work in progress
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
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
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection