Where, indeed
Ester Perel queries “Where shall we begin?”
The counseled couple takes a deep dive
Into the dark of trauma and infidelity.
Ruby-tinged hurt shaded with purple-green unhealed pasts.
“Where did you learn to live on breadcrumbs?
“I don’t really need very much”
I listen rapt for clues to my own practice or salvation- or both:
Small is safe
Unseen is unjudged.
Suddenly
the sting of tears and recognition.
A familiar cocktail of choice for the solo patron of this not-so-happy-hour of “ah-hah”
It’s all fun and games until a nerve strikes raw.
Dammit Esther.
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This is good poem! Love the “ruby-tinged hurt I’m shaded with purple-green unhealed parts.” An analyst doing self analysis. Brilliant!