I WAS ONCE
I WAS ONCE AFRAID OF NOTHING
So much to do so little time said my
little boy client each Wednesday at 5
Then he’d mime the dive his Dad took the day he died
It was like this Therapist: He took a bite
of a cookie then looked at me funny and
fell down on the floor His eyes wide open
I said: Dad stop joking around
Later our boy was blamed by his mother
asleep on the couch ’til the CRASH
(Elvis accent) Thank you Thank you very mushhhh
he said with a bow Then ran from our sessions
where I was left to digest this confession and
transform it into his Grail
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Spring 2013 WABI SABI: Nothing is Perfect Nothing Lasts Nothing is Finished
