You are always harder on yourself,

my therapist says to me

as we sip our coffee,

eat our muffins.  Our relationship

is unconventional.  We meet every

few months or 6 months or maybe

years.  I talk about my job or parenting

or men or lack

of men, looking back

on deep regrets, things I can’t

control but can’t stop

thinking about, the choices I have made,

going through life

blind.