By Sammy Ginsberg
“You have your whole life ahead of you,”
my new therapist Tracy tells me,
the one I see on Wednesdays.
I see another therapist Jared
on Thursdays,
it’s one of those times,
those times where
anxiety is a diamond necklace
I can’t take off
is a hamster wheel
I can’t get off.
I wanted to resign as a teacher,
but my Dad helps me fight back
my Mom tells me she’ll volunteer in my class,
my parents who love me,
who believe me, who believe in me,
and so many things that weren’t possible
become possible.
Burnt out like a weakness
why is it me at fault
and not the fucked up system?
The fucked up system that elected
Donald Trump again!
Despair pours me a cup of tea
and tells me to get on the couch
and watch Desperate Housewives
until I don’t remember my name
until I have para-social relationships
instead of real friends or a boyfriend
until the apocalypse is over
and the dystopian predictions
of nuclear war
decimate the human race,
except for the wealthy who
are on their privately funded
spaceships to a secretly habitable planet
some space center
to wait it out
because it’s all about
having your DNA,
still in existence
a modern day Genghis Khan
hundreds or thousands
of babies
history is a cycle
there is no progress
progress is not linear
and it all comes back
to love.
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