(2014)
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 love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
