My therapist says I’m not crazy
which is something of a relief.
He thinks
my constant need for attention
is normal these days
as are my bursts of dance
at twenty four minutes past the hour.

The voices
may be memories from previous lives
and my racing thoughts
are just evidence of a very efficient brain.
My new therapist is very supportive
and doesn’t think
we need to maintain such an aggressive schedule anymore
so we’re down
to three times a week.

My therapist doesn’t think I’m crazy
anymore
but strangely still
insists on the armored glass between us
and has recently begun
requiring payment in advance.

Weird.