20. i don't know what psychiatrists do on the weekends

i don't know what psychiatrists do on the weekends
maybe they knit lumpish scarves
or burn toast
badly
setting the fire alarm off on a red-faced tantrum 
screaming throughout the 12 by 10 apartment
maybe they decide to go back to bed for a few more hours 
burrowing under a pile of laundry that could use ironing
or soap
there is an iron in the sliver of a closet
it's on the top shelf
the detergent is on the bottom
but maybe the psychiatrists are just too tired to open the door
and are breaking out with adult acne
there's a mirror in the hallway they must pass in order to 
retrieve these cleaning supplies and
they can't face themselves
not today
maybe they forget to call their mothers
but can't stop dreaming about their exes
and maybe it's always raining in their part of California
the newspaper always sits at the bottom of a puddle
all the college friends are married with kids and don't sleep
but the psychiatrists sleep all the time 
maybe they didn't plan for the future to unfold this way
were always told that they were too smart for a sinkful of
brown mugs
that used to be blue
maybe the psychiatrists just skipped their medication last week
there was too much paperwork to do
not enough paid hours to be patient
with themselves

Photo by Jackson Hall