Miss Miranda
Hey there, Miss Miranda
I don’t know how lucky I feel,
For without a heart to guide me
I don’t know what feelings are real.
Prisoner Express
Burnt
To change the way I felt,
I burnt myself today.
Fire cleanses, doesn’t it?
Arson led me astray.
Behind the Wall
Some men live for others
and make their presence known.
Some men live in isolation
and choose to live alone.
Pratikriyasana
(Counter pose) My heart leaps at the rap on the window. A CO. A flashlight. I am lying on the
Is That a Bug in My Drink?
The meat in a gravy sauce lookin’ so fine.
Some called it turkey, I called it mine.
Nana
Nana immigrated
in 1965,
came to the states
from Sonora, Mexico.