Sometimes I think the funniest thing about him is that I found him normal-
Getting pulled over, breaking down, breaking back in,
my bloody hand from climbing a fence to get to school and the mysterious sock
that we used to clot, and how that was God.
Rock walls tied to the truck while directing traffic on the interstate
so that ducks could pass- It was SMOOTH AS BUTTER! BOWL OF SUGAR! WHOO-
Dinosaur statue in the yard, and the golden frog in the living room,
and the standing on the roof to watch the storm roll in, but then
staying on the roof since Rosie pulled the ladder down, since
he’d tied her to it to keep her safe, when she’d only wanted to run.
Smashing the bug onto my clean wall with a broom, scraped the wall sweeping it down,
and the night you locked my fiance out of the house-
I find it normal!
You weren’t the one to, by accident, burn the house down.
Ironic, but it should be obvious- They don’t know you like I do.
Spears, throw sticks, grape vine swings,
demonstrating how eagles mate, in Olive Garden!
My staples. You are normal! That means I am normal too.
I will keep your staples that survived the fire when you die.
In my art and soul, I keep you.