Norm Is Not My Name

Two outs, bottom of the ninth.

Bases loaded, three and two count.

Do this, don’t do that.

Do it for the kids, do it for god.

Stifled, suffocating.

Wanting to soar, wings clipped.

Do it because it’s expected, do it because it’s cool.

Do it because it’s responsible, do it because it’s profitable. 

Be loyal, stable, reliable.

Be boring.

Pick up the bat, point to the bleachers.

Plant your feet.

Swing away!

Sometimes the vessel

must be shattered to free the spirit.

© 2026 Bruno Talerico

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