Therapy is worth every penny.
Last night I dreamed
I delivered a baby
In the exact fifty minute
Therapeutic hour.
We did not have much time
For talking.
I was busy
Having that baby.
She was a beautiful newborn
In that wrinkly way
Newborns have.
The rest of the requisite fifty minutes
Ok
Maybe it took fifty five minutes,
Considering the clean-up,
The rest of the time
We spent finding something
To wrap the baby in
So I could walk with her
Through the waiting room
To all the oohs and ahs
Of the gathered assembly,
Those who waited
For their therapeutic hour
Of delivery.
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