I Am Not Your Therapist by Caroline Maun

I was born on a starship named
The Zest for Life. We touched down
in a dark wood near a sparkling falls
surrounded by quicksand alive
with jousting hermit crabs.
I empathize. The book of policies
is online, and you will win
when you finally search 
for the correct term. Everyone 
speaks in lines you have heard 
in a court drama. No one 
will agree about what they mean 
or how to interpret any action. 
You will not know just when 
something precious has been taken 
from you by the smirking hulk 
in the cubicle down the hall. 
All those crustaceans,
each with their personal shells 
and one big claw.

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