the session

I fall asleep
on the couch in the therapist's
office.
she keeps talking.
she keeps
telling me the same things
over and over. it's hard
not to doze off.
there is nothing new to
tell me anymore.
she takes my shoes off
and puts a blanket
over me. puts a pillow
behind my head.
she loosens my tie,
and puts my coat on a hanger.
she takes my wallet
and charges me
for the visit,
then turns the light off,
closes the door.
it's the best session ever.