Biography of Maya Garza
Every day will have a theme
She shall continue the avocado-fests of her youth
Drink tequila in the early afternoon
Have converse in a myriad of colors
And spend her pension on the tackiest of costume jewelry
She will uphold the psychosis of her bogus youth
Build forts in every possible location
Have an active facebook page
And make devious plans with her grandchildren
Maya Garza Poems
Smile(d) big for the love(d) of my life. Seeing is deceiving. 6/5/09
Am I the apple of your eye? Or the core of your heart? Perhaps the maggots in the compost under the sink. I do not know,
I'M Sorry (Apology)
I dreamt of you last night, a vivid, whirling pool of emotion. I asked you if you hated me, we were laying on the grass,
Must it have been so? It's what I'd like to know, Before the first snow, Then I needn't let it show.
To What Benefit Was This?
To what benefit was this? What life decision? Realization?
Would that I could banish you from my mind. For you've done no wrong, and I am afraid that I will. You. You've been all love, and
Mill, Milling about. I want to know where they're all headed from my discreet latte'd perch.
'We dance to the same groove, but I got the right move.' & I know you know it. Feel complete? Drunken stupor, nights in bed, grocery work the next morning.
I dreamt of you past nights, the worst whirlpool of emotion. I was at the center, I ordered food,
Why did you pick me? The flaw in your person;
Frighten. You. Me. We don't see.
So I'D Rather
The blank page. It calls out to me, wondering why things happened the way they did, or for what reason.
Halt - No crossroads here. I could go back to where I couldn't pick. To where signs were plentiful.
I pick up my pen, but the ink is frozen within it. How can I write when the ink has left me, When the colors of the earth are far and subdued? It’s not for lack of trying – but nothing comes out the way I’ve planned.
I'M Sorry (Apology)
I dreamt of you last night,
a vivid, whirling pool of emotion.
I asked you if you hated me,
we were laying on the grass,
the stars were out.
You said, 'I do, but I understand.'
I was mesmerized by your competence,
jealous of your understanding.
I wanted your kiss.