“I wake up from sleep. And I fall asleep again! / From serving an era. To betraying a different era. I recite. / I will keep paying 150 yen to buy your smiling face.” Terayama Shūji
but only therapists remain
and projected to have
no metaphors i am thinking
the impossibly large brick school building
the phone call and days ago
holding no metaphors
i am thinking about what i asked her
in first grade the therapist holds
the fragile invulnerable dictionary
spasms outside the hand and apologizing
about the boy i was
how my motherapist and days ago
holding spasms
outside this thinking exercise writing about
the fragile invulnerable world
about the boy
the impossibly large therapist
projected toward me
