If I met someone whose chief fantasies
were scripts of being cared for, comfort skits
in winter scenes or nestled in big trees –
of cleanliness in plush and furry wraps,
of hideaways in warmth amid a freeze,
of faceless folk attending to her needs,
then I would grasp her narrative with ease.
The only history her case admits
is nurture dearth and care frigidities.

(Magic 9)