Heather McHugh (20 August 1948 / San Diego, California)
After Su Tung P'o
ON THE BIRTH OF A SON
When a child is born, the parents say
they hope it's healthy and intelligent. But as for me—
well, vigor and intelligence have wrecked my life. I pray
this baby we are seeing walloped, wiped and winningly anointed,
turns out dumb as oakum—and more sinister. That way
he can crown a tranquil life by being
appointed a cabinet minister.
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