Charades

[billy]

Shrinks him with notebook and pencil
stuck in the throat of her table.

A flower suspended;
plucking at petals
leaves only its Latin label.

Sex and Death, we guess.
She shakes her head,
her hand forms
an illegible scribble.

i like all of it, no quibbles here, my take on it;

i'm anal so i'm taking shrinks at face value. (don't they have to de-construct a persons psych before building it back up.) i see charades in the title and take it as games we play in life, maybe to give hints at who we are. the 'she' is trying to bring the real us out ...or it could just be a game of charades

i really liked whhat you did and how it worked for me. not sure if that was your intent but it's my take on it.

thanks for the read.