I’m Too Thin

I realise it is difficult to say but I think if that man wants to go to the moon
Then we should let him go to the moon. Yes OK—let’s stay on me; though
I struggle with allowing it to be about me: when I leave this office
They’ll be telling me not to smile on the street. His journey is also
Very contingent on what we decide to do going forward. OK fine:
It isn’t the session to consider our progress. But you surely see

I’m a mess? Though I am willing to take the blame for this—all of this—even if
I sense a power dynamic going on here and it’s one I can only
Tentatively point out as I know you haven’t been supervised
On bodily awareness yet; so may I suggest… or, may I just say, that I feel
We are not aligned on certain beliefs? But that’s OK! I just needed to point it out
For my own process as I am noticing now that your shoulder

Raised a touch when I said “OK”. Though I am not sure which one? So perhaps
We should get back to what would ontologically work and which fictions
I should not be smiling about as I am now noticing
That this is only indicative of my own maladaptations; but that sounds better
Doesn’t it: merely a problematic outcrop of my own psychopathology? O yes—
I am quite sure you have read about me

Now that you want me to leave? But I’ve hardly touched on space yet!