Dear Person On The Phone In The Hallway,
Of course your therapist told you to communicate your needs And why not? After all, the world begs to know. Every status update, every check in, every survey. Tell us what you’re thinking. Tell us what you’re feeling.
And there it goes: A stream of saying what can’t be unsaid, a steady droning whine of complaint.
You sound like a pocket bike passing me on a highway. Move over. Listen to me.
I am not sitting on the other side of the door hoping you crash. But when you break down by the side of the road,
I may be smiling when I offer my tow truck.
The Person Meditating In The Room Next To You