That last, precious thing

Georgia Park

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

Therapists should be more careful

about second hand diagnoses

for people they do not treat

and love has a tricky definition

my therapists equate it with empathy

they say it sounds like

you have the kind of disease

that would’ve prevented you

from ever really loving me

but they shouldn’t have taken

that last, precious thing

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Author: Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor and writer for Sudden Denouement, Whisper and the Roar, and Blood Into Ink. Founder of One for Sorrow. Founding member of Indie Blu(e).

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