Empathy

There's a shrink
and her flat overlooks the sluice
and over her shoulder
framed in silver
winks a photograph of some strange guru.

During our first session
I manage to kick over her emotional table
and find some boots
which fit my feet
like a leather glove

So when I leave there
after eating a couple of tangerines
I walk over the bridge into another neighbourhood
sniffing my fingernails
feeling unexpectedly free.

I look back
for a laugh
see she is waving goodbye
through the window
sad
and wearing the face of me.