My Therapist Would Wonder

“Daddy,” I tell my husband,”open the window.”
He does and I’m glad because the rain washed fresh air
is nice and I like looking at the red brick street and green
leaf trees. This morning I dreamed I told my sister I would
stab stab stab until her entrails popped out. When I grow up
I want to be a werewolf porn star with a cozy blue trailer
aglow with tiny silver xmas lights. Someone reliable will take
care of my nails, hair and dietary needs. I need to be reminded
of things. It’s been a long haul, a sordid sweaty war, and I am
in the market for some easy access peace.