LEXAPRO SHORTAGE

 

I am here to see a counselor today,

rotten psychology stinks to high hell

in my mind left on a shelf for 20 years

Bring me science

Bring me God

Anything but psychology

 

We came here together once,

you and I on the ironic love seat

 

I am staring at that brown seat now

It growls at me

I approach it like a enumerable caravan to my grave

And startled, I turn to the black, more appropriate colored chair,

holding the clipboard of my subconscious tight,

like a tiger you would say

 

And you are no longer here

they ask for an emergency contact now

and my God,

I have had an epiphany

 

I have no emergency contact now

 

Perhaps that is the worst of it

A permanent check mark next to divorced,

A blank next to emergency contact

 

They're all deceased, I say

(Euphemism for rotting in graves

below Whitman’s democratic grass

Shut up

This is why you are here in the first place)

 

And my mother is damn sure in the painting

on the wall staring at me with an oil painted tear

Mocking me for being like her

But there's no bullet in my head

No trickle of blood on my temple

 

Just an empty fucking loveseat