Poems from Beana

And it cuts like a knife
Tears in your eyes you ask me "Should I have left him the first time?"   The car is silent.    You found the pictures on his computer   You...
Never mind
I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans and take a breath.       "Mom do you know what pan sexuality is?"       i think of the girls I kissed...
She
  There are whispered words of promises not meant to be kept constantly ringing in my ears, assuring me that the hands that I did not...
Definitions
My last name is spelt G-O-N-Z-A-L-E-Z I share this name with many.  I share it with mothers and fathers, with farmers and buiness men I...