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
Excellent slant, as seen by an “other.”
Thanks!