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"Criss Cross Apple Sauce"
— for Claudia
Criss cross apple sauce
do me a favor and get lost
while you’re at it drop dead
then come back without a head
my daughter sings for me
when I ask her what she learned in school today
as we drive from her mother’s house to mine.
She knows I like some things that rhyme.
She sings another she knows I like:
Trick or treat, trick or treat
give me something good to eat
if you don’t I don’t care
I’ll put apples in your underwear ....
Apples in your underwear — I like that more
than Lautremont’s umbrella
on the operating table, I say to her
and ask her if she sees the parallel.
She says no but she prefers the apples too.
Sitting on a bench
nothing to do
along come some boys — p.u., p.u., p.u.
my daughter sings,
my daughter with her buffalo-size heart,
my daughter brilliant and kind,
my daughter singing
as we drive from her mother’s house to mine.
Thomas Lux is an American poet who currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, where he is the Bourne Professor of Poetry at the Georgia Institute of Technology. Lux is the recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship and three National Endowment Fellowships in Poetry as well as the prestigious Kingsley Tufts Award. From the Southland, a collection of the essays that Lux wrote for the San Diego Reader over several years, is forthcoming from Marick Press. His most recent collection of poetry is God Particles, from Houghton Mifflin. “Criss Cross Apple Sauce” is from his New and Selected Poems: 1975–95, also published by Houghton Mifflin. It is reprinted by permission. The author’s photo is by Barnaby Hall.
Here's something you might be interested in.
"Criss Cross Apple Sauce"
"Criss Cross Apple Sauce"
— for Claudia
Criss cross apple sauce
do me a favor and get lost
while you’re at it drop dead
then come back without a head
my daughter sings for me
when I ask her what she learned in school today
as we drive from her mother’s house to mine.
She knows I like some things that rhyme.
She sings another she knows I like:
Trick or treat, trick or treat
give me something good to eat
if you don’t I don’t care
I’ll put apples in your underwear ....
Apples in your underwear — I like that more
than Lautremont’s umbrella
on the operating table, I say to her
and ask her if she sees the parallel.
She says no but she prefers the apples too.
Sitting on a bench
nothing to do
along come some boys — p.u., p.u., p.u.
my daughter sings,
my daughter with her buffalo-size heart,
my daughter brilliant and kind,
my daughter singing
as we drive from her mother’s house to mine.
Thomas Lux is an American poet who currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, where he is the Bourne Professor of Poetry at the Georgia Institute of Technology. Lux is the recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship and three National Endowment Fellowships in Poetry as well as the prestigious Kingsley Tufts Award. From the Southland, a collection of the essays that Lux wrote for the San Diego Reader over several years, is forthcoming from Marick Press. His most recent collection of poetry is God Particles, from Houghton Mifflin. “Criss Cross Apple Sauce” is from his New and Selected Poems: 1975–95, also published by Houghton Mifflin. It is reprinted by permission. The author’s photo is by Barnaby Hall.