None of us are honest enough

None of us are honest enough
about being here [these short-
comings in our lives] & these I
point out to myself – against a
paid-for advice from my cruel
therapist – she never knew me
well enough to wake from my
drone of complaints/ None of
us will dig up what we buried
in our minds [only yesterday I
spun a tale from rotted seeds]
& no one will know me well – I
hear our mediator’s plea – He’s
unwell – & she left for a sly fag