Her therapist

It seemed strange

To me

That she paid someone

To talk to

About me.

Well

That wasn’t the

Main reason

She paid

But still

I came up

Regularly.

I knew this

Because

She told me so.

Although

I never really

Understood why.

I don’t think

It would be

Self-absorbed

Of me

To assume that

Others

Had done the same.

It bent my mind

To think

Right now

Someone might be

Playing back

The things I said

(The things you said,

For all you know)

To a stranger

With a pad.

No right of

Reply

Just an advocate

Of the devil

Sitting across

The room

If I,

If you,

Are lucky.

It didn’t bother me

Really

It was just

Another of those

Peculiarities

Absurdities

One of those

Things

That seem so

Normal

Seem so

Sane

Until abstracted

Held up

To the light

Deprived

Of context

Studied

For what

They truly were.

All that money

All that time

Spent

Talking

To someone

About something

As pointless

As thoughtless

As meaningless

As me.