anomaly

i fell off
the bell curve
i was barely
hanging
on
commercials play
to an empty room
i can’t find a coupon
because
no one seems to be selling
what i am buying
somewhere
over the bell curve
i live
as people stare
bohemian
rhapsody
is the rhythm
of my
life
because i fell off
the bell curve
i will mess up your
survey
muck up
any audit
i am an anomaly
i am me
searching for my perfect
oddball.

i’ve told this story before. i was waiting tables in dallas when a customer, illustrating with hand gestures, said, “this is the bell curve. you are over here.” he pointed to somewhere far left of the bell curve.
that was around the turn of the century.

and i have only gotten stranger with age.

anytime i take my circus troupe to the grocery store. or think about dating. anytime i entertain thoughts of intermingling with society at-large.
i realize how fucking different i am.
which is totally okay
(even thought the kids went on & on about our being stared at in kroger yesterday–but that might have been because misha would not stop sniffing the gum display)
i like being different, as challenging as it can be sometimes.

i don’t know why i am unconventional. i would argue nature over nurture, but, then again, my birth family was pretty weird too.

anyhoo.
it’s me.
anomaly.

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