Le Livre De Ma Vie

I love you.
But who is the I
and who is the you?

Mr. Potato Head
Mr. Potato Head

Please accept the pressing in
of your eyes.

Here are your glasses.
A book for the evening.

In the book a person
is smiling at you.

Smiling and smiling
like a mother over a baby.

Remove the pipe from your mouth
and smile.

Help me behave,
weeping in the dark earth.

"Le Livre De Ma Vie"
Mary Ruefle
Trances of the Blast
Published by Wave Books

This particular poem caught my attention because of the sparseness (in comparison to some of the others that I saw), as well the use of Mr. Potato Head as an image. That's not something I usually read. But again, I'm swayed by the last few lines, which are surprising in a good way and leave such a powerful and unexpected image and thought at the end. It makes me, and I'm sure others, go back and look over the poem with this in mind, looking for more hints of the undertone.