I understand now,
you tell
your therapist as he
rings up
the cash register
and slams
the drawer shut.
you don't want
me to get better
do you. you just
want my money to
buy things with.
what progress have
we made.
we're still talking
about the time my
mother forgot
my birthday.
no one ever gets
better. you just
drain us dry
until we never
come back or
get better insurance.
now, now, he says.
calm down,
here sit back down.
let me get you
a tissue. water?
double sessions
are half off this
week. so when is
your birthday?
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