Mental Health Professionals
How is college?
She asks, I laugh
I quit
Her eyebrows
Drawn together, concerned
Are you eating?
I sip my black coffee
Chew my lip
The skin of which
Is the only solid thing
I’ve consumed
In two days
You’ve lost so much weight
Tell me about it
I’ve lost 26 pounds
On stress and apathy
What are you doing with your time?
She asks
Nothing
I whisper
Have you read anything good, recently?
I’m tired of evading
I stare at book pages
I tell her
Eyes on my shoes
Legs drawn up to my chest
I stare at them for three minutes
Then turn the page and repeat
I turn my head
My cheek rests on my knee
Do you want to get better?
This woman with a license
Stating she can fix me
I don’t know
I don’t care
She sucks in a breath
Annoyed? Confused?
I nibble my lip
You don’t sound like someone who intends to live for very long
After a long pause
Um,
I say
Guess I’ll just bite the bullet
Do you think about killing yourself?
I purse my lips
Daring them
To betray me
With the truth
I hear myself
From far away
All the time
It whispers
But somehow, I always find something I have to do first.
Like I can’t let go until I finish something
I can’t look at her
Do you think about doing it soon?
It occurs to me
She thinks
I am talking about the future