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Heather McHugh
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We dress the boy in an orange capand show him how the gun is held.
He looks at his hand.
He likes five women, one in black
and one in yellow, whitey,
pinky, and the naked one.
In all his stories he loses his heart.
We do not tell him that the truth
is just the future, that he’s born
to die, and the love of the lovely
can kill. But we believe it;
he is beautiful, and at the movies
he is what we watch. His eyes
are fixed, his hair still
smoking; his whole face is blue.
© 1981, Heather McHugh
From: Poetry, Vol. 137, No. 5, February
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
From: Poetry, Vol. 137, No. 5, February
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
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REMAINS TO BE SEEN
We dress the boy in an orange capand show him how the gun is held.
He looks at his hand.
He likes five women, one in black
and one in yellow, whitey,
pinky, and the naked one.
In all his stories he loses his heart.
We do not tell him that the truth
is just the future, that he’s born
to die, and the love of the lovely
can kill. But we believe it;
he is beautiful, and at the movies
he is what we watch. His eyes
are fixed, his hair still
smoking; his whole face is blue.
From: Poetry, Vol. 137, No. 5, February
REMAINS TO BE SEEN
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