PAID ATTENTION
“I don’t dance, I don’t sing. / I don’t bring home anything.” “But I used to,” the client in the illustration admits, adding a line of prose to his epigraphic verse. He’s a middle-aged poetaster, a decade divorced but only recently laid off. The shrink in the picture is a decade younger and as new to the game as her client is. He continues his well rehearsed why-am-I-here speech: “I’ve failed…
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