You don't know weird until

You're brushing your teeth in a Starbucks bathroom
And using the sink
To wash yourself
At 9 in the morning, you don't

Know pain until your space has been shattered,
You don't

Know isolation until those who have needed you
Abandon you when
Their help can't be lost, you

Don't know critical condition
Until you've suffered all the wounds you can take

You don't know rejection
Until your spirit bleeds out
And you live from a bag