Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically