(2014)
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
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
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
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
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
