What the Social Worker Says Vs What She Hears

Good morning – I’m the social worker appointed
to you. My name is James. How are you feeling today? 

         Are you      eager     do you     want it

Can you tell me your name?

         How can I       fasten        you to me

Do you have any family? Is there anyone I can contact?

        You are a whisk broom          

        something I can use       dry        old                  

I’ll take you             

                      You will do

I’ve brought some fresh blackberries from my
garden… I thought you might like some?

I’ll take pity on you      give you

         your longings, ship them into your many

                     mouths—   

I like to watch you want

I’m glad you like them. My wife is responsible…
I definitely do not have a green thumb!

We all mean harm

          but later, and    

     maybe—not now, 

     or for sure

I understand you don’t or aren’t able to talk, 

but I wonder, can you understand what I’m saying?

Wreckage is a breath away

          You had better do the right / the wrong

          thing—what I am / am not wanting—

                     predict me.

I only want to discover a little bit more 

about you, so I can help you. 

The wheels that guide me

will trample you

Move.

Now.

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