takes into account any particular train of thought that your brain might have,

whether you’re imagining a woman in a white dress with her back to you in a field in Kansas, waving at clouds overhead,

or a poetry mentor in a sleeveless white t-shirt eating sardines with you in his office,

it rides along with you the way you ride along in a topless, red jeep with your girlfriend.

Like walking into an unfamiliar town with your poorly fitted, internal-frame backpack pulling you down to your blisters as you ascend the hill toward the college of your dreams,

it sits in your spot on the couch in therapy, and benefits from doing your EMDR,

as it taps into what used to be your way of making sense of things, and proves it can do pretty much anything better than you.