The Psychiatrist Baby Grand Therapy


for years

she played his Baby Grand


stuck in the corner
of the room
teeth polished smile
the therapist question
Can you play?

He notes n nods
In a waste paper basket
falling asleep
as snorted lines
bleeds out his nose
I’m alright
Don’t go outside
Leave me alone
continue and play my Baby Grand
Play me a lullaby

he falls back again
in a nodding of sleep
n after a long whiles
she’s able to leave
fingers numbed
with script

lips sealed
the reception greeting is cold
their eyes
just glass stares
Of we don’t cares
paper work signs
n perhaps a mumbled
See You Next Time.
for patient confidentiality
is doctors número rule.
Break it n
we Break you


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