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A building for psychologists


Walking in a plastic igloo
not used for security,
closure,
a place to sleep.

This is where they choose your needs.
psychological needs,
maybe waste trees,
paper
bleach
ink

for the sake of your mental
health.

come inside,
we stare at you with block board eyes.
a white bury within' dust snow
in mid winter.

a white bury
in fumes of white out
or old chalk erasers,
with plastic brushes on the end,
scraping your tongue,
waiting for the words to announce
presence
of racking demons
eating eating,
as if they were never supposed to have fun
in the cold

or dinner at the table in the first place.