This is #4 in the prompts for NaPoWriMo.
the taste of an emotion
My therapist and I,
Had tried so many things,
We had had so many sessions,
That my wife thought we were havin' flings.
I was getting desperate,
Will there ever be any cure,
We had tried so many things,
But there wasn't anything but a lot of furore.
Finally she looked at me,
Asked me point blank,
What's the taste of your emotions,
I tasted nothing, I said, being quite frank.
But then having food at home,
Quite anxious what my wife would say,
About my session with the therapist,
I felt anxiety taste bitter for the first time that day.
Parallel Spirals 