Day 1<\/u>
\nA warm summer day,
\nLuxurious sunlight we haven\u2019t seen in weeks.
\nBloor bustling with limbs and faces and trays of sample iced tea.
\nTurn on to Runnymede and keep going.<\/p>\n
Step into the doctor\u2019s office
\n(Really a house)
\n(Really the basement of a house)
\nSuch is the state of things.<\/p>\n
The basement Set the scene: Where did you study? Day 4<\/u> Day 7<\/u> Day 9<\/u> Day 11<\/u> Day 20<\/u> I do not think this is working well for me. I will not continue. Day 1 A warm summer day, Luxurious sunlight we haven\u2019t seen in weeks. Bloor bustling with limbs and faces and trays of sample iced tea. Turn on to Runnymede and keep going. Step into the doctor\u2019s office (Really a house) (Really the basement of a…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":953,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-33146","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33146","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/953"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33146"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33146\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":33213,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33146\/revisions\/33213"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33146"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33146"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33146"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nOffice <\/em>
\nSorry,
\nThe office is dark.
\nWhich is an odd touch for the purpose.<\/p>\n
\nThe long couch, one end curling like a ram’s horn, where your head is supposed to lay.
\nAnd the impassive authority on the chair opposite.
\nThe impassive authority of whom the previous has praised as the ultimate.
\nTo whom the government offers the people\u2019s taxes
\nBecause he is educated and knowledgable.
\nSitting.
\nFeel free to get comfortable<\/em>.
\nI am sitting in a dark basement.
\nOFFICE.<\/em>
\nOffice.
\nI can hear his roommate above us.
\nHe crosses his legs.
\nHe places his head in the palm of his hand.
\nHe stays like that.
\nThe clock ticks and the hour passes
\nAnd he stays like that, we stay like that,
\nSilent,
\nUntil the hour ends and
\n\u201cThat\u2019s all the time we have for today.\u201d
\n
\nDay 2<\/u>
\n<\/strong>Again, I sit.
\nAgain, he sits.
\nHead in his hands.<\/p>\n
\nYou\u2019re supposed to be doing the talking.
\n<\/em>How can I offer
\nThe pain in my heart,
\nLord supreme of smothering silence,
\nTo a stranger?
\n(Albeit one with a medical degree,
\nFramed and stamped on the wall behind him).
\nI despair
\nAs the hour passes
\nAnd he looks up from his silent self-caress to note
\n\u201cThat\u2019s all the time we have for today.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nMore of the same.
\nSalutations, silence, and
\n\u201cThat\u2019s all the time we ha-\u201c<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>I suppose our therapeutic style will be silence
\n<\/em>Go fuck yourself, old man.<\/p>\n
\nIf this is the ultimate authority,
\nI am doomed.<\/p>\n
\nA family member passes.
\nI call in to report.<\/p>\n
\nBefore resuming his position, he hands me a paper.
\nYour bill for the previous session<\/em>
\nI called in.
\nYou were under the impression that was sufficient? <\/em>
\nYes.
\nWell, that is unfortunate. <\/em>
\nI cannot afford this.
\nThat is similarly unfortunate.
\n<\/em>
\nDay 26<\/u>
\nI enter the basement
\nOffice <\/em>
\nFuck off.
\nI enter the basement.<\/p>\n
\nDo you want to know what I think?
\n<\/em>Of course.
\nI think you\u2019re a troubled woman who will require years of extensive
\ntherapy.
\n<\/em>Wonderful. Good day to you, doctor, hope for the despondent.
\nFin. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"