coming out of the therapist's
office.
the sex therapist.
we bump into each other
in the hallway
as i'm leaving
my therapist, my weekly
visit to understand
why my mother didn't
hug me enough.
maybe having seven kids
limited her time
with each kid. my guess.
really, i say to my wife. you're
seeing a sex therapist?
yes. she says. but it has
nothing to do with you.
it's about me and some other guy.
you don't know him.
whew, good, i was worried
there for a moment.
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