The Normals Come Out

Perfume of fried onions
taste of carrots
hint of vanilla and beeswax,
this body houses a life.

Where body blue and factory girl meet
I become grey,
become white,
become blue,
become the heron
she always has been.
This body houses a life.

When all the normals come out 
of the woodwork
come out of the closet,
and gather under the arches of zion to dance,
released awake in the night
together till day,
this body houses a life.

It's hard to remember
with a head full of poems
and missing those I'd rather not miss
but beautiful is the sound of mine,
this body houses a life.

(*cannot claim this awesome photo as mine*)