anything of value
with your
time
yesterday, my therapist
asks me as i take off my shoes
and lie down
on her
turquoise
mid century modern couch.
yes,
i tell her.
i made beef chili.
oh, she says.
tell me about it.
really? i ask her, hearing
her pen
scratch across her yellow
legal pad.
yes.
what did you put in it.
well,
black beans, ground beef,
80/20,
onions diced,
peppers,
two cans of roasted tomatoes,
thinly sliced
sweet sausage
and my secret ingredient.
oh, she says, and would
you like
to share with me what that
secret ingredient is?
is this something your mother
taught you?
i lift my head and look back
at her.
please, for once leave my mother
out of this, okay?
okay, okay, settle down, she says.
so what is the secret
ingredient?
okay, i tell her, but it goes
in the vault.
i'll be between me and you
no blabbing it to your other
patients
or colleagues.
scout's honor she says.
okay, i tell her, then whisper,
cupping my hands.
Maple Syrup.
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