it’s in
my lack of understanding
in which i strive
to see beyond
the reckoning
of implicit lies
in hopes of uncovering
a hint
as to
the underlying truth.

staring
so intently
at the bark
of the tree
that it isn’t until
the bird has shit
on my head
i remember
to look up.

it’s a fault.

one of many.

i just can’t imagine
what it means
to be normal.