The therapist

My therapist ain't no pontalis

but he helps me / he's nice

scribbles things down

usually long loopy circles

while talk about myself

last night he said I lack connection / I should put myself out there / find a boyfriend

I told him that I felt really self conscious talking about all this stuff

I felt banal / middle class

"My life is so middle class!" I said, loudly, when my time was almost up.

"My life is made up of four things

working, working out, monday night orgies, and netflix."

he laughed and laughed

and then wrote down

"major depression."

he did

I saw him write it.