I make my therapist nervous
she tries not to think, what
I'm thinking, she knows
I do not endorse her diagnoses
refusing to give me a copy
as if she can stop me from
knowing what she is saying
about me, she knows if I were
truly a monster, she would be
the first one I devour, it only
takes a minute to get paid
by the hour, I must be the
heaviest file on her caseload
couldn't pick me up even if
she tried too, a new box of
Kleenex tissue each visit
as if some ones going to cry
that the kind of ish she's use too
I'm thinking...you Bish you
in order to make a break through
I might have to hit you
take this couch cushion
smother you with it, make you
have second thoughts about
your career choice, lured back
by a voice..."what's that'?
10:30 next Wednesday
will be Ok