I guess I’m saying I’m not regular.

Oh these are my favorite nights,
when life seems measurable;
predictable.
I never get these moments…
(ok, rarely get…)
but when I do
I try to mark
what
regular folk
take for granted:
the day
that
social interactions
came easy…
were natural.
This warm,
April night,
I walked the neighborhood
and felt
like I belonged.