two out of two doctors

the first therapist had it right.
she nailed
it
within twenty minutes of an hour
session.

she wrung out her hand, her wrist
over worked
from writing on her long yellow
pad.

then she stopped and looked me in
the eyes and said,

it'll never work, she's completely
out of her mind.
this is who she is. stop now, or
this is going to be your life.

I took the message home. which
made it worse. I told her i'd
try a new therapist, someone with
a different point of view.
someone with a more forgiving
and lenient point of view.

it took the second one
a little longer,
a few months, but then she
stopped me in mid

and said
the exact same thing. get out,
get out while the getting's good.
this is who she is. she'll never
change. this misery you have
endured with her,

this crazy
world you live in, this
will be your life.