starting over with the end in sight

na.

after leaving the shrink in question,

s/he pondered while walking down the street
outside her/his office,

wondering just what the next one would look like,

wondering just how long it would take

before s/he’d be rid of the next one &

why did it always go this way to begin with?

just how fucked up was s/he really,

or was it a case of always needing someone to rant

with,

to cry with,

to whine with &

to pay for advice---

s/he’d heard that others actually “got better” &

would end up leaving their shrinks on

good terms,

but alas, this was not the routine for

him/her &

so, when s/he got home, s/he began the search again,

going online to read up on those

whom s/he hadn’t used up yet,

knowing that before too long s/he’d have a new

appointment,

so that s/he could waltz in,

sit down in whatever pseudo-comfortable furniture

this one had &

begin the recap all over again.