takes into account any particular train

of thought that your brain might have,

whether you’re imagining a woman

in a white dress with her back to you

in a field in Kansas, waving at clouds

overhead, or a poetry mentor in a sleeveless

white t-shirt eating sardines with you in

his office, it rides along with you the way

you ride along in a topless, red jeep with

your girlfriend. Like walking into an

unfamiliar town with your poorly fitted,

internal-frame backpack pulling you

down to your blisters as you ascend the

hill toward the college of your dreams, it

sits in your spot on the couch in therapy,

and benefits from doing your EMDR, as

it taps into what used to be your way of

making sense of things, and proves it can

do pretty much anything better than you.