ON THE COUCH (GRIZZLY THERAPY)

Art by Kharbine Tapabor

If you’re thinking-He’s watching your curves as you sit. If you can move like the ocean of bodies searching for an escape. Wet from make-up sex and the pain of never recovering from mistakes.

Ahhh-you are half right.

This is why I don’t need therapy.

FUCK YOUR THERAPY!

LISTEN! I believe in it for people who can’t find another way to help themselves. At one point in my life, I thought I wanted to be a psychologist. But I’m always too busy working out my own problems-helping everyone I love-love me more. And the ones that don’t, well they just don’t know me intimately. Because everybody loves other people’s pain.

Listen. I talk to myself enough. I tell myself the truth-honest-brutal-sympathetic, enough to lay in my own bed and not shrink my issues into hourly rates cries and tissues.

If I want to kill myself or you, I know why. Everybody ain’t always happy.

Ahhh-I just thought of this-Listen! I don’t like being lectured or preached to because fathers and preachers let pussy make them foolish enough to fuck up families.

Now that was therapeutic.