The Homeopath

The Homeopath

The Homeopath

What about your anger she said
Clipboard angled, biro poised
What makes you angry?
Jeez – I thought – that would need years
Rational or irrational rage, I said
– I like even saying rage –
Buying time.
Irrational she supposed, thrown
The rational tap I could never stop
But irrational – I was silent.
What about your dreams then?
Ah ...



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