In the therapy office this week 
Someone asked me 
“What do I do about all of this?” 
Gesticulating to the world as a whole
There isn’t a word accessible to us
That fully encompasses it

She cries and I realize I haven’t replaced the tissues

Reminder:
Invest in stock in tissues
Because this collective trauma
Is a train gaining speed

Reminder:
Google if investing in tissues as a therapist
Is somehow a conflict of interest
Does that make me invested in keeping my clients
Crying?

I finally respond in my favorite way
When I have no fucking clue 

“What do you think you should do?” 
She falters 
We falter together 
Therapy is sometimes an eloquent dance
But most of the time 
It feels like stumbling through ice skating 
For the first time 
We spend more time grounded
Than we do flying