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Put Down That TV Tray

About this Poem 

“This poem, perhaps the clearest one I have ever written, is from a manuscript in progress titled ‘Motherhood Is a Young Woman's Game.’ Having twins has made me reassess everything.”

—Sina Queyras

Put Down That TV Tray

Sina Queyras

All I ever wanted was that living room, Sunday evening, chicken
In the roaster, that deep orange sofa, that maple table
Spread out like a wagon wheel upon which cups of tea floated
And macramé or puzzles could be assembled. Don’t tell me

Disney isn’t reality: whole cities have ticked by in nylon print
T-shirts, under lithographs of the Blue Boy in plastic K-Mart frames.
Poets, don’t let your poems grow up to be idealists. I want in.
I agree we need to rethink everything from landfills to the accumulation

Of fat around the heart, but there really is nothing like a castle
Under a neon moon ringed with LED flowers. Also, dogs do
Find their way home, and while beds can’t fly you can wake
From a good trip around the Internet and be hungry for a Pop-Tart.

Don’t say you can’t, or won’t, or that my dream is flimsy: there is nothing
Less thrilling than a critique of others, how they do or do not, twirl. 

Copyright @ 2014 by Sina Queyras. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright @ 2014 by Sina Queyras. Used with permission of the author.