Reasonable Ravings: Catharsis

by Sonja Nitschke


I perch on the couch, hands tucked under my knees.

My therapist smiles at me. “Why don't you tell me about yourself.”

Taking a deep breath, I say, “I'm an alien.” Pause. “From outer space.”

She thinks I'm bonkers. Good. That's the plan.

But just because the tentacles aren't visible doesn't mean they're not there.