something magnetic or dyspeptic
attracts me to psychiatric
types, or the sons and daughters
of these head doctors. i have friends
born into the mirrored self-
contemplation of being the scion
of a parent you can rely on
to dissect more than protect.
let he who is without
sin cast the first aspersion.
like lucy in her five-cent booth
the doctor is in.
and oddly they are often
pulled into the profession
themselves, broken
parts hell
bent on breaking
the pieces back
together again.
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