(2014)
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
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
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
