leather couch
of her office. i ask her if it's
okay, if i take my shoes off.
she hesitates, but then says, sure,
if it makes you more comfortable.
this couch is nice, new?
yeah. yeah. with all this lockdown,
business is booming
Crate and Barrel, the summer sale.
very comfy. very comfy.
i like her.
she's a really good therapist.
she gets right to the core of things.
no dilly dallying with
small potatoes.
so, she says. how are things?
still going no contact with the ex
the wicked witch of the east?
who?
she laughs. i laugh.
yeah, after i threw that bucket of water
on her she melted away.
oh what a world, what a world....i'm melting,
i'm melting, i say using
my wicked witch voice.
she laughs, and starts choking a little
on her herbal tea,
but regroups.
oh my, she says. you kill me sometimes.
she taps her pen against
her legal pad. so, she says....
can i ask you something,
i ask her, stretching my legs out.
cracking my knuckles.
sure she says. ask me anything.
well, i actually have two questions.
shoot she says. i'm all ears.
do you know how to fold a fitted sheet?
and do you have
any good recipes for a pot roast?
oh, she says. i thought we were going
to talk about
your emotional well being today?
we will, we will, promise,
but i wanted to ask you this
first before we jumped
into how i was basically raised by wolves.
if you bring in a sheet next week, i'll walk
you through it, and as far as pot
roast goes. i've got a five star recipe
that the sex therapist down the hall gave me
last winter.
it's all yours. no charge,
but now, back to your father
and mother.
they didn't like you very much did they?
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