sometimes I need my psychologist to hold
my hand and let me cry.
sometimes I need my psychiatrist to poke
me in my eye.
he laughs at me and with me . . .
rolling on the floor . . .
w/total happiness midst
the friends in my head.
my psychologist thinks I’m “A-okay” –
even w/those other 3 hanging out w/me.
yeah! laugh out loud & dance in the
rain . . . feel the blood flow &
wash away the pain.
wil becker
2001.11.15
