The therapist deliversme to Cricket Cricket loads me into the truck bed drives me home places me in my coffin on the bed Tara is home but she does not make me chicken soup
I am guiltyI say don’t you see I should punish myself forever Just like your father would have you do therapist says and I think she is smart but irritating You don’t understand I say Patty is dead it is my fault That is not logical therapist says You should be a lawyer I say you are logical and cold No therapist says I don’t want to be a lawyer or an English student I want to be a therapist and right now I am wondering if you are going to be okay through the weekend I am glad I say I am like a fish in water and I begin to sweep my arms out wide except I bump them into the pine boards do you think I avoided a cliché by
