I’m in the doctor’s office
trying not to laugh
as he keeps pressing me
“what was your father like?”
I don’t have time quite frankly.
this man is asking me if I ever
feel like I am watching myself from
outside of my body.
I say sincerely,
sounds like you think I’m a ghost.
I’m trying not to laugh.
he is outlining various traumas
I may have experienced in my life:
my family’s drinking,
my previous assaults by men.
I’m just talking about the mirror
and gesturing a lot to the air
about the fact I asked for it
and then my legs went numb.
that was the first time,
when I asked for her to enter me.
before she did it without asking.
I nod as if he is answering the questions.
Sir, I am possessed.
I don’t have time for this.