United States, (b. 1974)
Hell Pig
- To keep me from staying out late at night,
- my mother warned of the Hell Pig. Black and full
- of hot drool, eyes the color of a lung—it’d follow me
- home if I stayed past my curfew. How to tell my friends
- to press Pause in the middle of a video, say their good-byes
- while I shuffled up the stairs and into my father’s waiting
- blue car? How to explain this to my dates, whisper
- why we could not finish this dance? It’s not like the pig
- had any special powers or could take a tiny bite
- from my leg—only assurances that it was simply
- scandal to be followed home. When my date and I
- pull into my driveway and dim the lights, we take
- care to make all the small noises that get made
- in times like these even smaller: squeaks in the seats,
- a slow spin of the radio dial, the silver click of my belt.
- Too late. A single black hair flickers awake the ear
- of the dark animal waiting for me at the end of the walk.
- My fumbling of keys and various straps a wild dance
- to the door—the pig grunting in tune to each hurried step, each
- of his wet breaths puffing into tiny clouds, a small storm brewing.
© Aimee Nezhukumatathil. Miracle Fruit: poems. Dorset, VT: Tupelo Press (2003).
About the Poet:
Aimee Nezhukumatathil, United States, (b. 1974), is a poet and educator. She earned her BA and MFA from the Ohio State University and was a Diane Middlebrook Poetry Fellow at the University of Wisconsin, Madison. She is the author of four books of poetry.
Her honors include a poetry fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Pushcart Prize. Nezhukumatathil was also the 2016-17 Grisham writer-in-residence at the University of Mississippi, where she is currently a professor of English in the MFA program. [DES-08/19]
Additional information:
- Aimee Nezhukumatathil – personal website
- Aimee Nezhukumatathil – bio at the Academy of American Poets
- Nezhukumatathil is pronounced: (neh-ZOO / koo-mah / tah-TILL)