in a snow globe/
you cannot compare my life or the life i have lived and cherry pick it apart, and then stand back, and pretend you have accomplished anything/ i know exactly how bizarre it sounds to people i call the normals/ i am not sure anyone is truly normal, but i do think there are hordes of batshit crazy people who think they are normal, or at least they are convinced they seem normal to other normals/ i cannot envision being compelled to have to look over your shoulder every few seconds to see if the normal normals have gained any traction in their quest to test your resolve to be more normal than the normals who after the first dark breaks fold up like a chaise lounge from rooms to go/ i would take my books out into the fields and disappear into the tall grass sullen like old crystal or a wishbone that caused you to close your eyes tight as a tulip and hold your breath forever/