Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

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

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt