Therapy

For Rasjid Skinner

You warned me

not to confuse my anima

with the one who gave me knowledge of myself,

not the trigger with the silver bullet

piercing my vampire heart,

nor the drumbeat with the pulse of passing time.

Daily, I am being freed,

not by an effort of will,

but even as I confess myself to you,

the onionskins peel back,

and in the nothing at the unskinned centre

I find the invisible I,

smiling in recognition.

02-4-26