hopeful sad
it’s a hopeful sad,
i tell my therapist
on the screen
i don’t look at myself
in the box in the right
hand corner
she asks, what does that mean
i say i feel it in my
breast bone
like a flutter
an echo of something
that once was
& might be again
in another shape
i say, that doesn’t
help much does it?
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The journey of this poem is magic.
I know exactly what you mean—so why do we try to get clarity from therapists?! Good little poem and title.