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.