The Baby with the Bath Water



what I think is that
when we was born
we was pushed
down
and out of a narrow passage

our skull bones was squished
and shifted like
tectal plates
pin head we burst
neath our mother's tail

at first
I was a scream
a face
a mouth
and hunger
and mother was all

or that bottle

then I had another end
and consequence
cramps in the gut
and bupps
and little squeezy tease'ems
tumbles
life was not all ups

and then there was mother
and the wide world
there was war
beyond the window
and rumours of war
there was love
and anger and aloneness
in this twentieth century
history
tottering on the brink

I had an oral phase
from the first
and a phase I got into "agency"
with my face
from the first
to my mother

I discovered my hands
and played with them
a lot
ever since

I had a stage
a step
of denial
and a lot of this was around gut
and bum
and learning to say no

and I had attachments
to mum

and there were hungers and fears
urges and
drives
some of them built!
and your hy.drol.ical model
e.thol'ged them just fine

and there was terror
terror drives

there is all sorts of drives
dig?
both in and out of relationship

out?
skewed about
down into the unconscious belly


and then
there was
the return



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