Poem of the Day: The Oven Loves the TV Set by Heather McHugh Stuck on the fridge, our favorite pin-up girl is anorexic. On the radio we have a riff of Muzak sax, and on the mind a self-help book. We sprawl all evening, all alone, in the unraised ranch; all day the company we kept kept on incorporating. As for the world of poverty, we did our best, thanks to a fund of Christian feeling and mementos from Amelia, the foster child, who has the rags and seven photogenic sisters we prefer in someone to be saved. Shes proof Americans have got a heart to go with all that happy acumen you read about. Were known to love a million little prettinesses, decency, and ribbons on the cockapoo. (But who will study alphabets for hands? Who gives a damn what patience goes into a good wheelchair? Who lugs the rice from its umpteen stores to the ends of the earth, to even one dead-end? Not we.) Our constitutional pursuit is happiness, i.e. somebody nice, and not too fat, we can have for our personal friend. Heather McHugh, The Oven Loves the TV Set from Hinge & Sign: Poems, 1968-1993. Copyright © 1994 by Heather McHugh. Reprinted with the permission of Wesleyan University Press.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 17:48:48 +0000
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