A downtown sausage sandwich is crying at a bar.
Empty I wonder, does everyone get along?
At a folk life festival I realized it's family.

At a friend's house I reach my arms out,
the dishes are washed,
the clothes are folded,
It's funny because he's fat,
jack and the bean stock in my father's kitchen,
mushrooms and jalapenos are hot,
the houses in Denton are nice and probably affordable,
badly my depth is hate,
                                  a unique color
                   a vegan restaurant -
what the hell is a mimosa?
lines off a desk at Colorado State college,
Mariachi players in San Antonio at a Mexican restaurant,
cheer teams because I don't care,
I happen to be happy for my dad's tailor, he's married, no mamasitas, pretending I check my emails, when you were skinny! where's my husband? You remember the cold winter nights, too, don't you? I am so angry, never mind I don't. The cleats I don't have on my feet snoop my neighbor, be calm I can keep this up for awhile, take off your shirt, I'll take a shift tomorrow, join the race that everyone now knows is not worth the wait, sometimes it's short and sweet, stone creeks too cry, my house in Egypt, I went to all the libraries! Hold me I'm not tired but I know once I get a job I'll get fired. It's too far, it's a Friday night, it's really no ones fault, we'll call it the prodigal son. At church: a hymn & a psalm, a male celery, a kind voice to make me try.