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My experience prior to my Tuesday therapy sessions. |
| like most days tuesday begins yawn stretch coffee repeat the seed of dread can not be planted until much much later in the day first my head must till and water the soil of my innards insuring this seed's growth what will I unearth this tuesday did I cry too little as a child how does it feel dad's loaded gun aimed at mom and me by late afternoon this dread takes root a nap only forestalls the inevitable 5 pm in the waiting room unsure I can say anything at all once I'm called how was your week my therapist asks tense stare speak repeat now tuesdays dread comes full bloom in my head |