a·nas·to·mo·sis:
/əˌnastəˈmōsəs/
The connection of two normally diverging things.

When I walk in with my white coat And a stethoscope over my neck, I’m here to tell you That I know no more about your body Than you do. I want to tell you That I really mean it when I say, I’m sorry to hear that That even as a kid when my mother was sick I would imagine her pain as a bully I could persuade Or an insect I could catch with my bare hands. I want to tell you That there is a quick fix to your trouble, That if it existed, I would go look for it like Jason did with

Normal. The font style I clicked on to write this piece. The way we try to come across when talking to strangers. The clothes we pick out to wear on the first day of school. The word we throw out like a fishing line, waiting for a bite to reel it back in. Define that word. Normal . Quantify it. Measure it. How? Do you count the actions of every person in the world and take the average - is the average normal? Does some chosen group possess these magical characteristics that u

By Michelle Chin