It’s usual to be lonely
in the middle of a big city.

It’s usual to wonder what to do
with so many options around you.

It’s usual for there to be traffic
when you really have to get there

in a timely fashion
and it’s usual for the ice cream cone
to flop out of your hands
right when the place closes.

It happens all the time.

It’s very very usual.

You know what else is usual?
Iron.
It’s, like, all over the place.