someone to listen
to me. And these guys
profession is to listen. I’m just
a lonely middle-aged

woman who needs someone
to lean on, someone who
cares. Someone other than
a bottle. A man in a chair who looks

at me tenderly and allows me
to speak, who isn’t wrapped up in himself
like everyone else that I meet. Someone who
doesn’t ask what bra size I wear or who

is secretly thinking about my underwear,
or what it would taste like or how it
would feel to get inside of it. That’s why
I’m attracted to psychologists.