Session With a Semi-Shrink Goddess

“Do you ever,” she asked, “write a poem 'bout someone that you wouldn't show 'em?” I had to think on that one. “Not really,” I finally answered. Her gaze begged for more. “My poetry's true while the venom I spew tends towards the prosaic and souls sympathetic to my in-the-moment human condition. I'm lucky like that, havin' snake handlers in my life.” “When's the last time you danced on a rainbow?” she asked.