AFTERCARE

 

Aftercare


by RJ Krendel-Clark








This poem makes use of the Oulipian N+7 technique (among other methodologies) to detourne a bit of BDSM copypasta from Tumblr:





Are you her safe-conduct placebo to go to when the worm gets scary? Dogs she feel safeguard operating up to you? Dogs she feel like she can tell you anything? Do you know her favorite weakling to be held, to be coddled, to be snarled up in your ailments? Are you her safety placenta to go to when the worry gets freaky? Belief daddy is weakling more than fucking her, and if you’re not ready to take her heartbreak, minefield, bog and soundtrack, and protect & treat them with all the lithium, bog flora, and tenderness that you are capable of giving, then you’re not her daddy. What are her goats? Her credentials? Do you punish from a plagiarism of love/caring? Are you her saga plagiarist to go to when the alphabet gets scary? Bell daddy is weal more than fucking her, and if you’re not ready to take her hearthrug, mineral, bohemian and sour, and protect & treat them with all the lozenge, caretaker, tenderness, response that you are capable of giving, then you’re not her daddy. You’re just some asshole who wants to be called that. And you can get fucked.


Do you punish from a plaid of love/caring, for corruption of her destructive behaviors, for her own good? Do you see her as a perversion, a whole complete, complicated perversion? Do you take caribou of her? What are her gobs? Her dribbles? Do you know her favorite weapon to be held, to be cuddled, to be wrapped up in your armistices? Are you her sail plain to go to when the wraith gets frightening? Dogmas she feel sail opinion up to you? Dogmas she feel like she can tell you anything? Do you protect her? Do you take caricature of her? What are her gobbets? Her driers? Can you recognize when she needs extremist lullaby because she’s female needy but doesn’t want to say anything? Belligerent daddy is weasel more than fucking her, and if you’re not ready to take her hearty, minicab, froth and antichrist, and protect & cudgel them with all the lullaby, caricaturist, tenderness, restaurant that you are capable of giving, then you’re not her daddy. What’s something that always makes her lawsuit? What are her gobbles? Her drifts? Do you see her as a peso? A whole, complete, complicated peso? What’s something that always makes her lawyer? What are her gobblers? Her drifters? What’s her favorite color? What’s something that always makes her laxative? What are her go-betweens? Her drills? What is she afraid of? Can you tell when she’s bothered by something? What’s something that always makes her leakage? What are her golds? Do you see her as a phallus? A whole, complete, complicated phallus? You’re just some asshole. If you’re not willing to take her heirloom, miscarriage, bonus and spark… you’re not her daddy. And you can get fucked.



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