“They saw a Zelig
and watched him a fool.
Slept upon his cheek
with hoary command to note.
My son called the schizoid,
won’t give of body his love.
Close as a presaged salute,
inert, engulfed. My boy,
or schizoid. Constituents! Let him.
As if left alone. If the
completist would
pull, deem him flaccid
pool (wild mourned). Nor to
reality’s aye that wasn’t.
In memory some free
going phantasm, away
it pairs a fair
hand and timely prances
a conditional tune. He
can’t give of body his love.”
— Mrs. F. Bowlby / Baltimore, MD.
(1961)