even a tragic ending

so breathe on little sister, like a fool

i have an appointment on monday to get a referral to a psychiatrist.

(jitter
jitter
pause)

this will be my, um, third. it's not so dramatic. i went to the first one once. he made me feel superfluous. i didn't really need to be there for our session. the second one came with my social worker. i didn't like him either. i wasn't interesting enough for him. but i liked her, so i stayed. and now number three. the charm. all the male psychiatrists i have ever met (personally and as professors) have been absolute pricks. is that some sort of learned behaviour? or a requirement for the profession? or perhaps it's just the penis. it does things to a man's mind (removes it, a genetic lobotomy), his compassion.

there were spirits at work with me today, wreaking mischief. there is a bite on my leg swollen to the size of a 50 cent piece. it is hard and hot to touch.

i want to be one of shakespeare's women. oh will.