PSYCHIATRISTS ON BLEACHERS

I am too short to stand up and touch the ground. I am attached to him By his penis. I have a skirt on.

In a lab sexual matters. Ugly oriental man and woman. I leave, find a purse, then two purses on stair landing at high school. There is a car in the parking lot. I do not stay for a meeting.

I sit with two psychiatrists on bleachers of an amphitheater. There is no speaker. A pianist sings first. I have a handbag with a mirror at the piano. I am unsteady, sitting up so high with a man. I slip down to a lower row. My feet are now on the floor ground.

Husband has a woman vegetable appliance, was not him in appliance, not an orgasm. Young. Beach chair of metal chrome and glass. Sales woman at flea market lying on it. It is uncomfortable. A selection of separate knit clothing. Large warehouse of packed sweaters, some are multifloral and some have strip at the bottom. Designs to match shirt and pants. I want lounge chair, even though the neck part is slopped.

I would not be home in time to stay before having to come back. Bakery, with monkey cinnamon bread and sandwich break. Waiting in the line to go to the other side.

Of these episodes, the painting has the man and woman attached under the skirt, the amphitheater bleachers with figures, the pianist larger and the other scenes around these smaller. yellow color connects the parts of the composition.

I used to play rubber guns and Cops and Robbers with my older brothers and my job is to cut the inner tubes with my Mother’s sewing scissors, which she did not like at all. It was a scary game with the robbers climbing up the back steps. "Hurry, cut more rubber bands!", they would yell at me. The word "hurry" is first painted"Hurray". The bed painted red is for sex. Accepting the director’s chair means I accept being my own director The run down houses on Ursuline Street in New Orleans are very different from Bel Air, a real come down in my life...

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