As most of you know, I gave all my poems to T. However, we have never really talked about them. Once in awhile a little bit has come up, but I guess I just haven't been ready to really work from that perspective. He has spent a great deal of time reading them, I know that. It seems so silly to have given him all of this valuable material and then not discuss it. I am trying to get ready. I want to start working in terms of my poetry. I have four poems called "The Transference Poems." I am working on a whole series. I wanted to post one.

The Transference Poems: #2

It’s a cognitive hat, you explained.

Disqualification of my ordinary.

I’d rather punch you in the mouth,

but we can only talk about it.

You are required to shut up and tell me the reason.

I can’t remember the last time I licked the inventory.

I love what you've done with the place.

Can I touch the bookshelf?

Idealism works for me. Don’t poke the object.

I dreamt you lost the ring.

If something feels distant, then it can’t be mislabeled.

There are reasons why this can’t be reciprocated.

How many can I knock off under the table?

I pretend to pass the salt.