Benjamin Caro

Poem: “Therapist”

He entered the therapist’s room
a little distracted he had
rang the doorbell and the therapist
said next time you need to knock
I told you on the phone to knock.
He was on the couch now and
he stumbled over his words and
the therapist said feel into your body
feel into your body and
you will know what to say.
The man was in the middle of talking
about his wife and whether or not but
wait he should tell the therapist about
this other thing that happened which
the other therapist knew about but not
him and the therapist stopped him and
said let me help you let
me help you breathe and then
why don’t you tell me what you came here for.
The man was breathing and taking his time
and the man was talking about how he had
maybe put himself in a cage maybe and
just then he remembered the thing he
really wanted to talk about, but the
therapist said I should really wrap up soon you
finish what you’re saying but I should really wrap up.
The man was paying the therapist his due and
the therapist told him thanks and
he shook the therapist’s hand now
as if trying to make a deal happen now and
funneled out the door. He wondered
where he parked the car
and wondered where his money went and
though he didn’t know how he felt
he wondered what just went on.
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