“So?” Asked the shrink.
“So?” I asked back.
“Tell me about it.”
“How did it end? Say precisely.”
Curious plump little fella, this shrink
He was wearing a suit, a necktie, and
Black rimmed John Lennon glasses
He looked like a shelled egg
& had a shrill gaiety in his voice.
“I made a mistake.” I said reluctantly.
“Well, tell me about it!” He demanded.
“I can’t; people will laugh at me.”
“That’s OKAY. Let them laugh and be healthy.”
His face wrinkled
In a silent simper of derision.
Officious little prick of a shrink, I thought.
A deep sigh and I said —
What I had already repeated in
My mind for a hundredth time.
“Well, we were in a museum,
observing many exhibits of oriental arts
when I saw, in a secluded corner,
a portrait of Vātsyāyana above.
I asked her if she was wearing any panties.
And that was it.”