Attachment Theory

I most definitely should be writing my poli-sci paper right now, but doesn't that sound awful? Poli-sci? So instead, I wrote a poem. It's my second one today. I'll post the first one later, when it's not as fresh. Anyway, I was listening to "First Day Of My Life" by Bright Eyes. (You should listen to it. I don't know what the video is, so just ignore it--unless you don't want to.)



Anyway, if you don't understand the poem, there's context at the bottom of the post. If you don't need it, don't bother.
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Attachment Theory

Shell-crackle
Dewy-bodied, fresh-eyed
New light, new shadow
Creature face, creature comfort
Thought true, but

You’re not my mother.
You’re not my lover.

Stale angst-awkward skin-shed
Wings spread
New world, new form
Creature face, creature comfort
Thought true, lover

Not to hold you.
Not to follow you.

Strange start
First true-sight, first love-light
New plane, new center
Creature face, creature comfort
Thought true, so

Does first mean false?
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Okay, so if you aren't familiar with psychology studies, you might not get the whole thing. Basically, experimenters looking into infant attachment hatched duck eggs, and the ducklings attached to the experimenter and thought him to be their mother--a line of fluff-balls trailing a grown man. Cute, maybe creepy. Anyway, there's context. (Konrad Lorenz, 1937--if you're curious.)

As always, comments & criticism are lovely.