the crowded therapist's office

as usual,

there's a long line at the therapist's office.

it wraps around

the block.

TDS

is a pandemic

at this point in time.

there are 

so many boys

that want to become girls,

and vice

versa.

everyone seems to be

biting their nails,

and twitching, mumbling

to themselves.

the weary blue hair,

and septum ring bunch are in

full force,

crowding the entire

waiting room.

many with orange mace

stains around

their eyes.

some with casts on their legs

after getting run

over by ICE cars.

but i've made sugar cookies

for the holidays

and want to share them.

so i bring a plate

of them to my therapist,

Amy Jung. no relation.

i take a number,

and wait my turn.