i never touched her
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she sat across from me
in her office
sunlight and pastel
strawberry red hair
irish green
eyes
she had her legs
folded up under
her ass
and
during our sessions
of psycho-babel
she would squirm
rock and turn
on her heal
her scent
a whisper of
rape me vanilla
would beat me
like
a convict
I was unusual for her
a challenge
a paper
a conference
or case study
maybe
but I was different and bad
dirty
nasty
and scary
she was bored
patching
egos for the
rich
anorexics
bulimics
obsessives
compulsives
depressives
and all the other
DSM IV’s
the DSM IV
didn’t have a
name for me
just alarm
as if my ratings in the
scale of madness propelled
itself
ad infinitum
off the end of
understanding
“you look like a killer
mr. masuda”
“are you?”
she shifted her
hips
“what?”
I asked
“are you a killer?”
cheeks cherried
and she shifted
again
“I don’t know,
maybe.”
“why,
you wanna
die?”
the words
drilled her
and I saw her breath
escape her lips
unconsciously she
ground down deep
against
her heal
trembling lightly
breathing deeply
I watched her get
her nut
“do you,
shrink lady,
do you
wanna
die?”
I never touched
her
J. Masuda © 2004
in her office
sunlight and pastel
strawberry red hair
irish green
eyes
she had her legs
folded up under
her ass
and
during our sessions
of psycho-babel
she would squirm
rock and turn
on her heal
her scent
a whisper of
rape me vanilla
would beat me
like
a convict
I was unusual for her
a challenge
a paper
a conference
or case study
maybe
but I was different and bad
dirty
nasty
and scary
she was bored
patching
egos for the
rich
anorexics
bulimics
obsessives
compulsives
depressives
and all the other
DSM IV’s
the DSM IV
didn’t have a
name for me
just alarm
as if my ratings in the
scale of madness propelled
itself
ad infinitum
off the end of
understanding
“you look like a killer
mr. masuda”
“are you?”
she shifted her
hips
“what?”
I asked
“are you a killer?”
cheeks cherried
and she shifted
again
“I don’t know,
maybe.”
“why,
you wanna
die?”
the words
drilled her
and I saw her breath
escape her lips
unconsciously she
ground down deep
against
her heal
trembling lightly
breathing deeply
I watched her get
her nut
“do you,
shrink lady,
do you
wanna
die?”
I never touched
her
J. Masuda © 2004
