Hypothesis
Father (f) (h) (ch) ucks mother

when it is really his own fears & | &

anxious avoidance of recovery

that he needs to (f) (h) (ch) uck;
Mother (f) (h) (ch) ucks father

when it is really her own fears & | &

anxious attachment to discovery

that she needs to (f) (h) (ch) uck.




Materials
Me, A. (1972) Cell Suck                                                                           He, B. (1973) Flotsam
Father: French crumbs in aerograms                                                 Father: Inside blue free

Mother: real v. ideal abandonment                                                     Mother: pinkcamipushprettythroat

Womb: my face before birth                                                                 Womb: a hat-pin, a pub-din




Method

i. I try contemporary poetry

Sugar appealed for its inventiveness dissociative,

so was shortlisted snorted, but & I am sorry to say

I had to reject accept that poem kick & many others

that were attractive deviant because of constraints

of page numbers pretty cons; I could make

an anthology affirmary of all poems addiction

with such appeal, if chance pluck permitted.

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ii. We try contemporary coupling

he : me : candy of cheats

my eyelids for his snakes

embroidered into subtext

sex, the ¡ of extraordinary
his omphalos, my ox tongue

the caffeine in our detail

change, the ¡ of relapse

love, a silhouette Sexton
a fig-leaf for our Facebook

how I hang my thoughts

love, a porcupine cycle

to anchor self ie
what I hang my thoughts on

to sew our silhouette nest

his self ie, my poem

synonym : marriage : repeat :
iii. He tries contemporary vinyl
Vodka purrs to tune a Tardis:                                                                { IN UTERO

                                                                                                                     { IVY AND THE BIG APPLES

                                                                                                                     { LOVELY CREATURES

                                                                                                                     { SUMMER TEETH
                                                                                                                     { CALIFORNICATION

                                                                                                                     { MASTER OF PUPPETS

                                                                                                                     { OK COMPUTER
                                                                                                                     { CHAOS A.D.

                                                                                                                     { GET BEHIND ME SATAN
                                                                                                                     { NEVERMIND
iv. We try contemporary therapy
; so sweet my anxious addiction. To his avoidant attachment.

To the fonts of my inner-critic & its overeaten, bloody bio. I am puce, brass,

headlong. He is tulle, dew, bee semen. The psychologist strikes: Contain your

identity-anxiety in private, or express in a non-dismissive way.

Now we are quiet, our shadow a Tardis.

The clocks drip caramel. Cotton finds fuse blues for Gallifrey. We notate heavy

dismissals; flipbook fear of self. A mercy simmer cell suck slow.




Results
Me, A. (2019→) I love people so they’ll do what I want.

He, B. (2019→) You don’t have to be perfect for me to love you.




Discussion

We progress, our folio of bruises

ease hypothetical T&C’s;

@ our next ketamo ¡ sex I text :
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Conclusion
Divorce appealed for its dissociative, so was shortlisted.

However –

I had to reject that poem because of blinkered (f) (h) (ch) ucks

(the intergenerational transmission of pheromone memory).

I will make an anthology of all armour as pluck permits
& | &
as we me-he anchors for sugar,

drizzling trust on your ox tongues,

please do consider sending                            the why of your honey v. self ie ¿