Battle for the Pacific

I met a Jungian depth psychologists in a tunnel.
I recognized the profound nebulous breathing,
the beautiful archetypal ball she bounced.
“A strange place for an office,” I said.
“Don’t talk to loud,” she said, “there are crocodiles around here.”
“Isn’t that dangerous,” I asked.
“We must look at what the danger means,” she said, “tell me about your pain.”
“Its people,” I said, “they are always causing
me pain but do not see it because I am invisible.”
“What is causing you pain,” she asked.
“My circulation has been cut off and it is not seen,” I replied.
“Where do you feel the pain,” she said thoughtfully.
“In my foot,” I said.
“What is it about your foot,” she continued.
“Your foot is on it,” I said.
“Sorry, I didn’t see your foot but I was here first,” she said,
“and my needs must be met before I can meet yours.”
“If you were here first why is your foot on top of mine,” I asked.
“You’re avoiding dealing with your pain,” she went on,
and that lets you hold me hostage to your feelings of powerlessness.”
“I can’t move my foot.” I said.
“Sometimes we have to accept that suicide is the only power left to us,” she replied.
“It seems counter-intuitive for a therapist to see suicide as empowerment,” I said.
“You’re being too superficial, we have to look deeper,” she said.
“Would you settle for Midway?”
“No and I don’t think this humor is helping your poem,” she said,
“you just want to have a poem without it having needs.”
“But I’m tired of the poem’s needs,” I said,
before you know it they’ve taken over the whole god damn Pacific theater,
besides, I can’t move my foot,” I said.
“The truth is I am very drawn to your foot,” she said,“my feeling about it have changed and become stronger
and I need it.”
“I still can’t move my foot,” I said.
“Clinging to your needs reduces your power to change them,” she said,
“you need to stop blaming me for what your feeling,
become less passive aggressive and more pro active.”
“ I think I have to concede that you’re right,” I said.
I stuck the knife quickly into her fourth left intercostal rib
and she slumped down onto the tunnel floor.
The pain was released from my foot.