Some people feel

Nothing at all.

Some people feel

With things more like sea tentacles.

Some people feel

That feelings are just one big fucking joke

Like all the coke we did last night

And the million times we had to stop

So you could check your pockets

And make sure

That anything you might say on accident

Was buried with the change you got

From the corner store bottle

 shelf price sticker

That said

2.25

Out the door,

Looking all

Distracted.

Some people feel

That I’m a whore

Some people feel

That they’re not even different

Some people feel

That their parents are to blame

That everything is ordinary

That ordinary is everything.

Everything ordinary

Is ok with me.