I believe "normal" is just a cycle on the washing machine

- extract from Creed by Meg Kearney

love with the hands wide open, love
with the doors banging on their hinges,
the cupboard unlocked, the wind
roaring and whimpering in the rooms
rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds
that thwack like rubber bands
in an open palm

- extract from To Have Wihtout Holding by Marge Piercy