have we learned,
i ask
the therapist as i write
her another
check.
what?
she says. what do you
mean?
so what
have we learned here in this
last session
with me
whining about my
life?
she stands up and brushes
the lint
off her dress.
we can discuss it next
week, she says.
but for today
your time is up.
can i be helped, i ask
her.
can you truly straighten
me out,
and get me back on
the right path.
we'll see, she says.
patting me on the shoulder
and opening the door.
but it's too early to tell.
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