McHugh, Heather


I owe you an explanation.
My first memory isn’t your own
of an empty box. My babyhood cabinets held
a countlessness of cakes, my backyard
rotted into apple glut, windfalls of
money-tree, mouthfuls of fib.

– Heather McHugh, “The Amenities”

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Everything obeyed our laws and
we just went on self-improving
till a window gave us pause and
there the outside world was, moving.

– Heather McHugh, “Glass House”

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