normal and crazy

The lady who cleans my office had intussusception.

That’s when your intestines fold neatly into each other like clean socks.

The pain is excruciating, she hadn’t eaten in three days.

but her telescoping insides didn’t quite deserve a sick day.

i wrote an essay about her. she said in her philly accent

“No one’s written about me before! You’re makin me feel all important.”

my colleague said ‘of course you’re important!’

i gave her a hug because my body is a nice guy

laughing she said,
‘since we all love each other, can i get your paychecks this week?”

I've heard this joke before.

And I laughed with her because I’m in the same. body. as everyone else.

This is normal.

Disregard the proposition

Diagnose her as crazy

And we’ll have a good laugh.

Such smooth pleasantries are becoming of my young man’s body.

Later, I go to my doctor and tell him I don’t feel right.

He says you’re fine. This is fine.

You’re just having a quarter life crisis.

What he meant was, 

“My drugs treat your complicity, but not her trauma.”

He said there’s a nice guy in the clinic you can talk to.

What he meant was,

“I can’t help you if you don’t want to be normal.

My medicine won’t help you deal with anything but your own guilt,

It won’t even help you give away your paycheck.

and I will never

help you locate the kind of crazy you’re looking for.

I don’t want to. Because I’m a nice guy.”

I've heard this joke before.