I sat with my therapist
and we composed my thoughts into thin air
so much did I save to say to her
an hour of tongue waggling words
evaporated into the sky
With the coming of the insights
I talked myself into final minutes
of happiness
all gratitude was bestowed upon her
until I reached the bottom floor
and remembered not a goddamn word of it
was on paper
all lost in the memory of my cells
immediately I phoned her
and told her we must record my sessions
for a poet can't afford to waste words
she agreed
for she thought of putting me
into her journal.
In the following session
I didn't speak
and she didn't question
only the silent spin of the taperecorder
recording our silence was heard.
I paid her for nothing
and she thanked me for nothing
We terminated.