pretty much my life:
trying to find a safe place;
(need help with the door)

pretty much my life:
trying to find a safe place;
(need help with the door)

summer camp is done.
art, yoga, cycling, love.
and home stretch? cooking.

these so-rare smiles
pouring milk for tortillas
like happy siblings

did you say siblings?
how about our matching twins
with perfect spring rolls?

don’t forget sushi
made with Chinese expertise
to brighten their eyes

and fufu for all
stirred by girls from two cultures
finding friends at home

these mandazi men
so proud of their puffed product
all the way from home

taco influence
on the next generation
sharing her home’s heart

this sweet quesillo
comes from home with a sweet tale
(we’ve hit a home run)

defeat plagues today
even with this sweet mural
sometimes losses win


begonia angel:
perfect wings and hollow center
symbol of my life

the most perfect park
the most perfect afternoon
marred by words, actions

my innocent girl
who only wanted this day
not a broken mom

but it's just a blur
one day bleeds into the next
watered with defeat
surrounded by blooms
(yet the reality kills)
as they slowly die




you can feel the heat
creeping into the photo
burning from within

i used to write poetry
broken lines, imperfect syllables, heart
so hard so imperfect so fucking bright
like the blue sky trying to break through and taunt a hailstorm but instead instead
instead
it's just ice
not the rain we needed to cool us in a heatwave
just ice
tearing through my well-tended garden
stealing the blue sky
steeling the blue eye
and ruining me
thank you for the “no.”
as phallic as this lupine
(allium ignored)

i will learn from this
(things i tell myself at night)
and grow a sagebrush

it will bloom purple
(you can’t see my true color)
and you can’t taste it

yet, here it blossoms
as beautiful as the home
you constantly loathe

i know. i know. i…
you don’t see what i see. stop.
but god. how it hurts.

these rare teen moments
everyone together; joy
minus jobs, school, stress

