Normal

As morning coffee brews 

Waiting to sweeten 

With blue agave syrup

The hilarity ensues

My pregnancy belly

My legs should be

In stirrups 

And I won't know how

The fetus inside me grows

I'm 43

I don't even know my net gross

Or my woes

Or the high/ low theory definition

I clumsily continue

I know the result is ever precious

In God we must trust

That everything has a place

I won't surrender my faith

Like the water needs the sand

And understanding deserves a hand

Of applause

And losing my faith in Santa Claus

No present will represent

The hardships of a fellow

Or his friendships

So I'm waiting and the coffee is brewed

There is a deliciousness on my tongue

It's safe to say it's blue agave

And you can assume

My glass of water is next

To speed up my metabolism

My A1 c is lower

I don't feel I'll have an aneurism

Can I finally be normal again

When was it that I was normal 

In the first place

I guess that's enough said.