90837

i miss

going to therapy.

we were making so much progress.

me blaming

everyone but myself

for the way i've behaved

and her enjoying my childhood tales.

i liked asking

her at the end of every session,

so what have we 

learned today.

and she'd laugh and laugh,

while writing out my slip

of paper with the coded

diagnosis, 90837, and her

putting the other hand out

for pay.