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CheckMate
What would you get if you break the word therapist
into two halves?
My therapist has a strange face-
pacific-plastic-pious-righteous
He siphons ectoplasm and radiates
into strange curvatures on planes
other than the one I am in always
He probably bleaches his face and
uses minerals of the Dead sea or
may be clay-imported from Africa
He wears linen-loves strobe light
often scrubs his hands too hard
Miller seems to be a great influence
as he seems to live within Sexus
in those yellow pages of his copy-
dog-eared-fashionably primitive
He frequently quotes Otto Rank
reminisces about his brief stay
in uptown Tokyo in the late 80's
hates the English word Shrink
Mont Blanc and robes are his thing
Chihuahuas excite him and so does the
aborigines-the ukulele and saliva
Probably to curb latent dependency
he changes my medication at least
once every few weeks and it works
He loves watching The Matrix
Syencdoche, New York and Anima Mundi
are his top favourites of all times
his favourite fictional character
is called Lemmy Caution
His fetish with strobe lights and
Cashmere appeals to me at times
My defense mechanisms have seemingly
held me in good stead all these years-
he hardly seems to know me or else
he would have written this poem in this
leather-bound-matte-finish-journal
which obviously belongs to him.
Photograph courtesy-Mehmet Turgut
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