What I See, Hear on the Couch

We face each other

on the black couch, me and someone's son or daughter.

His life, his developing identity, his plight

Her life, her developing identity, her plight

slow

fast

chaotic

repetitive

impulsive

dangerous

self-loathing

robotic

is what I'm trying to write

to bring to light

to bring to life

what I see, hear of him, her.

A story that isn't the well-crafted novel that many prefer.