Going Normal Poem by Donal Mahoney

Todd's tired of being odd
he tells his wife as he lights
candles next to their breakfast tea

and pours two steaming cups.
He wants to be normal, he says,
the rest of his life

no matter the changes
he'll have to make
in his modus operandi.

It will be worth the effort,
not having people gawk
and mumble under their breath.

He pours more tea
and butters some toast
and tells his wife

beginning tomorrow
he'll never again excavate
his Roman nose

with his pinkie.
He'll dig with his index
finger instead.