I Went To a Therapist Once
I went to a therapist once.
She was lovely.
Talked about herself for an hour.
I could not have gotten a word in if I had tried.
I did not need to.
She asked when I would be back.
I said “I’m not coming back”.
It was the only thing I said during my hour of listening.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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