When I question my upbringing,
my therapist draws a peak.
Tells me all religions glimpse
different angles of the same structure.
She then interrogates me: after
my masters, my doctorate, who
will I become? I am only
in my second year of undergrad.
She thinks she sees me older,
twisting off my wedding ring,
his suitcase firm in his right hand
as I shrink down a long hallway, alone
with my accomplishments. She forgets
I am a many-sided mountain. That all
my trails lead somewhere firm.
Contributor
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Blair Martin grew up on a small farm in Lancaster County, PA. They received their PhD in Clinical Psychology from Bowling Green State University and teach at Joliet Junior College as a professor of psychology. They are participating in the Lit!Commons community with the Loft Literary Center.