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Sonnet in Which My Therapist Makes an Appearance

I see a crane crashing into the house
like on Beetlejuice and my dad says
it’s your favorite movie! but it’s not
and I tell him so and all he wanted
was to have something in common with me.
What if I’m not capable of ever
dating a man again or maybe even
anyone, and what then? what’s it look like
when I mother myself? or who am I
rebelling against when, oops, I “forgot”
to brush my teeth last night? no one taught me
how to emotionally regulate,
my therapist likes to say. and she’s right,
I need to figure out how to feel safe.

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Kelly Lorraine Andrews' poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Ninth Letter, PANK, and Prick of the Spindle, among others. She is the author of four chapbooks, most recently "The Fear Archives" (Two of Cups Press, 2017) and "My Body Is a Poem I Can't Stop Writing" (Porkbelly Press 2017). She received her MFA in poetry from the University of Pittsburgh, and she coedits the online journal Pretty Owl Poetry. Additional information about her publications, along with a slideshow of her cats, can be found at kellyandrewspoetry.com.