The Lydia Davis Project: Therapist

(based on Lydia Davis’ short story ‘Therapist’)

Why do I think the way I do?
Because of you I 
Think I do.
Because you make me think
I do. I think I think
Because of you.
I’ve always thought I 
Think I do. Because
Of you I’m sure I do.
The others think I 
Think so too. But I’m sure
I do because 
Of you.

The Lydia Davis Project: The Mother

(based on Lydia Davis’ short story ‘The Mother’)

There she is, pointing at me, poor girl,
Disappointing daughter, a woeful
Sight – these are her words
For me. This is how it is.

I long for times we were close with
One another. When notions of
Happy family panned out
To utter satisfaction.

Now she tells me the songs I
Sing aren’t sweet enough.
The meals I cook are
Not to her liking.

Please, mother, stop
Undermining me!
Barbed words
Tear me up.

Games she plays
To cut me
Down to