there’s five people in the bed
the psychoanalyst, my symptom,
her, my woman on top of me
the fast track of my mind, reeling off images of the ones before
that lead me to her
me, with my hands holding her
yes, that’s one,
okay, two is the symptom
three, her; yes, yes
four, of course, the mind
five, me
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