Normal

Normal wakes up to crowning achievements.

Safety, it’s a matter of opinion.

Things, he gets back to them, ignites the engine.

He (it’s not always he) leaves out what’s meant.

Won’t. Normal will not be told stay at home.

Signs the supermarket visitors book.

Impatiently relaxes, takes a good look

At unprecedenteds. Hair wants a comb.

The new Normal coughs, might have a headache.

A fever? Too early to say. Not though, why.

Things, there are things that he just can’t fake.

More like the old Normal, up for a laugh

Eats his saved sandwich, doesn’t want to die.

He, all that remains of his skeleton staff.