not
a psychiatrist,
or a psychologist, or even
a therapist.
however,
i know a cup of crazy
when i run
into one.
i hear it in their voice,
see it in their eyes,
see it in
how they stand,
or use their
hands when
they talk.
it's how they text,
or call you on the phone.
the tone
of voice.
i can smell it on them,
like a shoe
that's stepped through
a field of
well fed cows.
my spider senses tingles
from head
to my toes.
when they show you,
who they are, believe
them.
run forest run.
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