Ordinary - Jenny Hval, Vivian Wang, Felicia Atkinson

So, tell me, that time in the sunset and we entered the sunlight and were apart,

like in every cliché revealing itself, like, it’s so stupid

Animal, husband, and wife, two strangers, and a representative from the

government forming a dissertation on love, but, with them, a ritual of course

One of my friends has to be wondering

Can I only write these things?

Not all the other things?

I don’t know

The curves on her face.

The most ordinary

The ones she sees the most

The ones that make her cringe

Yet have the power to calm her from her panic attacks

Because she knows her hands fit there

The skin makes room

Like the groove of my finger long after I take the wedding ring off

It wrote something there, on my finger

And my skin just gave in

finger

Coming through

Just gave in to the ordinary

Giving in to the ordinary

Giving in to the ordinary

To the ordinary

To the ordinary

To the ordinary

To the ordinary, ordinary

To the ordinary

To the ordinary

Ordinary, ordinary

Ordinary, ordinary

Ordinary, ordinary

Ordinary, ordinary

Ordinary

My finger

Outside again, the chaos

And I wonder what is lost

Long after I take the wedding ring off

We don’t always get to choose

When we’re close

And when we’re not