Things You Don’t Tell Your Therapist
I had
a dream
once where
Hannibal’s elephants
crossed the
Pyrenees on
roller skates.
I didn’t
share it
with my
therapist,
knowing by
then that
he was
out to
destroy my
happiness.
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
I had
a dream
once where
Hannibal’s elephants
crossed the
Pyrenees on
roller skates.
I didn’t
share it
with my
therapist,
knowing by
then that
he was
out to
destroy my
happiness.