The Space Heater
by Sharon Olds
On the then-below-zero day, it was on,
 near the patients’ chair, the old heater
 kept by the analyst’s couch, at the end,
 like the infant’s headstone that was added near the foot
 of my father’s grave. And it was hot, with the almost
 laughing satire of a fire’s heat,
 the little coils like hairs in Hell.
 And it was making a group of sick noises-
 I wanted the doctor to turn it off
 but I couldn’t seem to ask, so I just
 stared, but it did not budge. The doctor
 turned his heavy, soft palm
 outward, toward me, inviting me to speak, I
 said, “If you’re cold-are you cold? But if it’s on
 for me…” He held his palm out toward me,
 I tried to ask, but I only muttered,
 but he said, “Of course,” as if I had asked,
 and he stood up and approached the heater, and then
 stood on one foot, and threw himself
 toward the wall with one hand, and with the other hand
 reached down, behind the couch, to pull
 the plug out. I looked away,
 I had not known he would have to bend
 like that. And I was so moved, that he
 would act undignified, to help me,
 that I cried, not trying to stop, but as if
 the moans made sentences which bore
 some human message. If he would cast himself toward the
 outlet for me, as if bending with me in my old
 shame and horror, then I would rest
 on his art-and the heater purred, like a creature
 or the familiar of a creature, or the child of a familiar,
 the father of a child, the spirit of a father,
 the healing of a spirit, the vision of healing,
 the heat of vision, the power of heat,
 the pleasure of power.
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The End
And that’s the End of the Poem
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