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Annotated by:
- Coulehan, Jack
- Date of entry: May-10-2002
Summary
I am feeling crabby / unlikely to reveal any hidden tidbits . . . Yet, the narrator gamely decides to continue psychotherapy, hoping to "crack open" the shell and discover the "succulent confessions" that lie within. She recalls her neighbor telling her about soft-shelled crabs and the adventurous day she ordered them for the first time at "a favorite hangout of my past." Sure enough, she ate the crabs, and "I was so pleased with myself / trying some exotic new dish" and not being afraid. [35 lines]
Miscellaneous
Ginninderra Press: PO Box 53, Charnwood ACT 2615, Australia; www. ginninderra press.com.au
Primary Source
Succulent Confessions
Publisher
Ginninderra Press
Place Published
Charnwood, Australia
Edition
2000
Commentary
This is a poem about "talk therapy" that doesn’t take itself too seriously. If psychotherapy involves cracking open our psychic shells when we’re "feeling crabby, " and if we submit to this kind of indignity in the hope of obtaining delicious "hidden tidbits" of truth about ourselves, then what could be a more appropriate metaphor for therapy than eating freshly steamed soft shelled crabs? (Well, I suppose eating your run-of-the-mill hard shell crabs would fit as a better image here, but you get the idea.)