Entering Therapy

Slim and slow
as a fat mistake
pretending to another
being, another guise.

I take a step into it
as wary as ever,
thinking I may yet
turn away.

I’m caught, though.
Don’t know how
to get away from it,
though I don’t yet grasp

the fullness of
what it is. The only way
is to go through it,
so I resolve to go through

the slim snake of it,
the fat mistake of it,
with a shrug and a laugh.
It’s the way of it,

the route left by
ancients and moderns alike.
To snake your way through.
To come out the same but changed.

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onward,
T