The first thirty minutes
of the session with my therapist
were spent figuring out
why she couldn’t hear me
in her headphones.
The second half 
I just stared at a wall
in my 350 sq foot apartment
and showed her my new plants.
I asked her to research kink
before we meet next.
“Don’t yuck my yum.”
Everything is too much.
I just want to let it hurt
and get fucked until I can remember
how to cry in therapy.