(2014)
Psoriasis
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
