Before Therapy

Four minutes before therapy. The waiting room. A painting of flowers. I check the time. Three minutes before therapy. My therapist is getting a drink and she’s tired today. Flipping through a magazine. Before therapy. There is one minute. I’ve already thought of everything. We could try, we could try… The painting that watches me every week. It doesn’t have eyes, just flowers that look like eyes. Before therapy. It was once. Four year ago. The flower painting. Was less faded. Same here.