i will be back to normal, <br />they keep on saying that <br />those in white <br />and green uniforms surrounding <br />me in this state <br />of being worn out <br />like a blown <br />tire. <br /> <br />(must have been abnormal <br />for the past years, <br />how could i not notice that <br />on my twisted tongue <br />my boxed face and <br />languid hands, <br />whorled bones like <br />a prison door,) <br /> <br />yes, i tell them <br />i will be back to normal, <br />to a place <br />where i will not <br />be thinking much <br />about a birthplace <br />a mole in the sea <br />a moon on placid lake <br />unmoving<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-to-normal/
