so, what have we learned?

so what have

we learned, i ask my therapist

as i write

her another check

for two hundred and twenty-five

dollars?

what have we learned

in today's session?

i get up from the couch,

lightheaded

and woozy.

confused. she hands me

a bottle of water.

so what have we learned,

i say again.

this always makes her laugh,

when i say this.

will this ever end?

i ask her, will we ever get

to the bottom of this

troubling

anxiety that i feel?

i hope not, she says, i just

put a down

payment on a new boat.