“A fairy tale.
Choose your favorite.’‘
That’s what the lady says.
But I don’t have a favorite.
They’re all the same;
even their differences are similar.
I suppose should I have to,
it would be one of the last;
but I can’t even tell you it’s name.
I can tell you why she like fairy tales:
their psychoanalytic meanings.
They’re building a science all around that,
and she’s an analyst of the Jungian school.
“Thar’s archetypes in them thar tales!”
and archetypes all have their meanings.
I cough and I hack from the cigarette smoke;
there’s no archetypes in that, that I know of.
I walk my dogs around the corner and back,
and I’m conscious of unconsciously being.
My ego’s the same; it’s apart of my Id,
but it won’t tell on the Id, what it did.
“Individuation is a process of self,” she then says;
and I ask her: “then what is dog walking?”
She’s lost and confused; my question has flummoxed;
and for once, I become the expert!
I’m thinking of charging for my ‘pertise,
a hundred bucks by the hour.
But, she doesn’t bite.
“Is that your conscious, or unconscious decision?”
Then! a syncretic synapsis appears:
Id’s all apart of her ego.
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