(2015)
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
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
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
