The Wind Drives us Crazy
a love poem
My thoughts tangle around words too fast
Too furious. A cyclone. A tornado.
Think about the wind about mothers and daughters and narcissism and
Childhood. And trauma.
The wind drives us crazy. Nobody knows why.
Mothers and daughters drive us crazy. Everybody knows why.
Psychological archeology. Which came first
The narcissist or the trauma?
Empathy, sympathy, understanding
Excuses, reasons, alibis
Fix me. Fix you. Fix her.
Is there a doctor in the house? How about a nurse?
I love you, Mom.
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