THE PSYCHIATRIST’S PRAYER

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm

Once I wore black

for My Favourite Psychiatrist

Jesus Black — black velour sling pants

black push-up bra

briefly hidden by a golden tee

which said “Trust In The Lloyd

My FP asked if I had made the slogan

I told Him, “No, it came from a movie”

and tore off The Tee

as I sat on an unforgiving mattress

on the floor

of The TQ Room — not a room — an unforgiving space

euphemistically named The Therapeutic Quiet Room

— My hair was longer then

blonder

I might have looked wild —

My Tall Psychiatrist

stood above Me

and looked at the ceiling

and said what I presume

was a prayer

I don’t even know

why He was in there

and I certainly do not know why I was

Note: related passage in The Script

https://joannagilmanhyde.wordpress.com/?s=The+Script