freeze

my car tells me it is !!5 degrees in the black tar under it’s wheels but inside i am freezing…frozen…gone. She wanted to read me a poem she wrote and i begged her to do so but she left it in the car she said and i asked her to go get it then she said he didn’t like her poem and I asked was it about faces and she said yes.

she went and got it from her car and read it to me and i didn’t understand the poem. i thought it was about the rip tide and how beat up she was by the water nearly drowning her and then she moved it to the courtroom and i am sure i lost myself somewhere – or so confused – or frozen and lost like what happens when i crawl out of the corner. She only wanted my opinion about her poem and i got confused and thought she wanted my opinion about him… the poem was magnificent when i warmed myself back into my body. i don’t know where i go, but i am gone and we are so not the same.

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I am a Psychotherapist who has taught Groups and Sexual Issues in the Graduate School at UNLV. I have been in Private Practice for 25 years, and am interested in writing a blog about all the nuance involved in relationships. I don't limit that word relationships; all kinds of relationships with those people and loved others. What are our connections? What gets in the way of healthy relationships? How we support and create our relationships with others, self and the world. I hope you will join me and let me know the places you agree and, importantly, the places you disagree.