Anemic Pinocchio from Pandemonium by Al Murb

Sandalwood candle smells like old laundry in 2003
The old me never would have noticed.
66 dollar pants that I’ve worn less than four times before
I’m becoming precisely what I never wanted to be.

Got forced a whiff of the difference as he sprawled his long legs on by
I knew this bridge on my nose was good for something
Just not realizing that there’s more than meets the eye to me.
He’s probably wondering, “Why doesn’t this guy say hi back to me?”

I’m really normal
I swear I’m not lying.
The whites on my nails just mean I need iron.

I’m more normal than normal
I can prove I’m not a liar.
This new beak on my face is just genetics.

This new crease in my pants
I don’t know where it came from
But I guess it’s been here all along.

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