Monsters in My Mind and Bed
“I’m convinced
They have
The same laugh”
I told
My therapist
The other day
The confused
Look
In his eye
And the awkward
Shifting in his chair
While clearing his throat
Had my brain
Manically searching
For better conversation
The weather
How unfulfilling my job is
Things I write about
But the words
Were shaky
Like the erratic yet soothing movement
Of my leg
Bouncing
Up and down
“What
Do you
Mean” he finally asked
The startle
From the sudden soft tone
In the room was embarrassing
But not as
Elucidating the comparisons
Of you and the monsters in my mind
I scribbled out loud
Each of your features
Like dry wit, stubborn habits
The details
I laid out
Were graphic
The dominant power
From insults toward me
Is jubilating
Repeated statements
Of my dreams being impractical
Too cheap and pointless to brag about
During a dinner
With friends
Only seen once a year
So I figured
Might as well stop building
The path to those plans
And just wither away
Into low spirits
Under the blankets of reality
I can still hear
The laugh personating a cough
As they lie next to me in bed
But honestly
Loneliness is harder to swallow
Than their existence
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