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Freud Had Sex but Jung Had God

I take water

into my lungs

in lieu of him, want for air,

have none and not

because a good wife rose up in me

or a sharp right turn, bright

discipline befell me: I wanted

sugar and salt in equal measure

one making the other desperate

the now tasteless by turns desperate

this was this wanting of course

it was the kind of snow that never

sticks—O blizzard! wild sky at wit’s end—

but when I look again

the street is barely stained

(sugar, flurry, salt, drift)

and the flat, clean air swears

snow never fell here.