shrinkage

she dispenses my sanity

in exchange for my weekly soliloquy

acknowledged only by soft murmured vagaries

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she disperses my memories of “family”

excusing my weekly spew of profanity

acknowledging my humanity

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she dispels my anxiety

unraveling my drastically tragic tapestry

absently offering banalities

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she is me…talking about myself in 3rd person while talking about myself in first person

she is a shrink, she is a piece of furniture

she is me… to someone else

~Melanie Thomason

2/06/2020