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Minotaur in Therapy by Emma Goldman-Sherman
"The worst labyrinth is not
that intricate form that can entrap us forever,
but a single and precise straight line."
—Jorge Luis Borges
I'm lucky
my father pays
& prays
I will not say
what he does
in exchange
for the magic
diminishment
I'm mythic
a danger
why I'm not
allowed to speak
hooves for feet
I wander
darkness for days
as long as what comes
out of me is only
a kind of braying
the therapist traps
a prayer for fools
as a beard scratches
a recording
to blanket a man
spun backwards
in classical musings
cryptic notes while
I honk at geese
in formation
with ancient tongues
to screech & barf
through these cracks
I'm too young
like an owl
a roar & howl pattern
to feel so old
I'm fouled
every morning
I'm twisted
waking as he goes
unable to trace
his footsteps that know
or he wouldn't be
in the labyrinth
so unkind
if I could follow him
never again be left behind
to forgive him