Counseling

COUNSELING

I couldn't have said it

any better: he is a tad bit 

in my space. You’re right

again: his presence might

be deemed the root source

of this neurosis, this

latent but pervading 

sense of suffocating

in his everywhere—

even this office air 

is heavy with his breath.

I feel immersed beneath

his waters, and no, I cannot 

name it more than that, 

as you suggest. Really what I'm

here for, then, is not a plan

of escape—there is no space

not his—but just to face 

the Nameless on his

own terms, like a fish 

who needs help recognizing

he isn't drowning

in the immensity 

of the ocean’s embrace.