Tell Your Therapist This

so it’s that time again: 

weeknight kale in  

wok pan, 

low level heat,  

the norm. 

playlist shuffles. 

plays unknown 

artist, this 

gorgeous 

rendition in corner

                                        of each iris. 

paints picture 

of storm 

        from a 

palette 

               inviting sensations, 

creating palpitations 

in heart 

overloading. 

it’s a brush-

stroke on my 

chin hairs, 

where

they once stood. 

I wait. The kale is done. 

I wait. The kale is done.