I bend the word normal

And it creaks

The sound is pleasant

The floorboards of a cabin

Summer retreat

Trees swaying in the breeze

Granddad’s screen door

Just a little more and it grows a little louder

Revealing words and groans

The nicest things said:

Leave

You’re not wanted here

I’ve searched through the language
For a home that doesn’t close itself off

Granddad’s screen door

And so I run

And so it rains

I find shelter in the dark

I remove the word from my pocket

Through the tears I wrench on normal

Break, damnit!

It groans and bends

And bends and groans

And does not break

But doubles back on itself

And I shut my eyes and wait for the crack

Song

Singing

Harmony

Melody

It’s certainly crooked

The timing is off

The words are a little stretched here 

A little short there

But in time 

And out of it as well

I tap my feet 

And it continues to rain

But I just drink the water because

My god, I’m thirsty!