new analyst

I’m coming up with names of animals to  impress you: lufling, entis, caligule and so on since it would seem with such words that I have something to say about nature 

In fact, that is what I like about other people: their proximity 
to the apparently natural world

Me, I live in my house, and primarily the one in my head 
which I heat 365 days and litter with trinkets

The physical house though, decorated only with playful minimalism 
since I like to put things away and lightly reveal others

In this house, I get cold, putter around in cardigan, rub foot against foot
wonder if I want to be alone too little

and lonely too often 
I live with roommates

but I tell everybody that I love coming home to myself
no one in love with me enough 

to live with me but me
This house has tools for everything

still I tell my new analyst 
that while, thus far, I have only seen women 

psychotherapists, I no longer want 
to feel the urge to be good, to accommodate

and so on, so I am 
Seeking a Man

And my analyst says
“I’ll see if I can be a man for you.”

And me
I start to see my animals 

Not merely as a bid for your attention

But a cure for its absence