My Therapist Said Name the Feeling. I Said Him.
Forty dollars a copay to say out loud what my marriage already knew in silence.
She asked what I feel when the phone lights up.
I said alive.
She asked what I feel when my husband hugs me.
I said grateful and trapped in the same breath.
She said name the feeling without a person attached.
I laughed. I said longing.
We both knew I was lying.
I pay to speak in code. He texts for free.
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