Call Back Before October

(sighs) I finally called to get some help

After twelve years arguing with myself The receptionist sounded sweet

She said, “Our soonest date’s next fall”

I said, “That’s fine,

I’ll hold my pain”

Put it in storage by my brain

She asked if I was doing well

I said, “Define the word ‘alive’”

Therapy is booked until October Maybe I’ll be emotionally sober Maybe I’ll

get hit by a Range Rover Either way,

the waiting will be over Therapy is booked until October

My inner child keeps getting older I left a message with the

office holder Please call me back before I lose composure

The app said, “Breathe and count to ten”

I breathed, then paid them nine ninety-nine

A cartoon cloud congratulated me

For not collapsing before lunch

My insurance covers half a thought The rest of healing is not

bought They said my sadness needs approval

From a man who’s never met me

Please press one if you feel bad

Press two if life has made you mad

Press three to hear relaxing jazz

Press four to start the menu back Therapy is booked until October

So I tell my problems to the toaster It doesn’t judge,

it just gets hotter

Honestly, we’re getting pretty close

Your estimated wait time is:

Your

entire twenties.