Therapy Poem 14: attempt

November 18, 2022 by Amber

all my attempts feel insignificant incomplete when I get the call about your attempt to complete

wizard vs therapist (or, therapy poem 4)

January 21, 2022 by Amber

when I was a child I wished I was a wizard it took a long time for me to realize humans cannot be trusted with magic greedy, short-sighted, violent I became a therapist instead (after a brief detour) working with those same humans vulnerable, well-meaning, overwhelmed when they say, “I need to process trauma” or […]

The Tear Collector

April 7, 2015 by Amber

I once wrote, “You only like beginnings, puzzles, and broken things.” Last night I dreamt you were catching my tears in a vial and holding me. It went on like that for a long time. Finally, I stopped crying. I smiled at you. You smiled back. Later I would wish I could have frozen myself […]