United States, (b. 1975)
How to Be a Pig
- Be clever
- Be quick to learn
- Dream in color
- Dream in techni-
- color trees
- Sleep forage
- between gold leaves
- Squeeze out
- twenty young a year
- Make them fight
- for your teats
- Dream that one
- is flame tip
- black spots
- Dream that he
- gets the teat he wants
- See red
- while you
- let the flies
- land
- Throw
- tantrums
- Stop throwing
- tantrums
- Pavlov says
- All pigs are hysterical
- All pigs are hysterical
- Pavlov says
How to Time the Kill
- Desire:
- She must be without it
- If she is in heat
- if when you put your hands
- on either side of her hog back
- and press down as to open her
- if she stands still
- and ready
- her meat will taste
- strong like a boar’s
- You want to lie
- back wait
- quiet
- until she does not know
- what she wants more
- Size:
- If you come out back to find
- she fills and cannot rotate in her pen
- if she is more twice your weight
- you’re late
- You want to overfeed her but not
- overfeed her
- You want to make sure
- for your sake
- she is well kept bloated
- but not threatening
- that on her day of reckoning
- she feels the stretch of her skin
- and knows she did not choose
- her body hot and exhausting
- knows that you chose for her
- every day of her eating even this one
- knows she needs you
- to call her sooey sooey
- and she will show you how she comes
- Sex:
- If you risk a male to slaughter
- plan ahead
- When he is still a piglet
- grip him between your thighs
- Take his hind legs push them
- back like a woman’s legs
- when she wants you
- while the cut is prepared
- Keep his head down
- Once the scrotum opens
- the testicles should pop
- Cut both off
- Throw them in the weeds
- Coat his wound with ashes
- while your legs now soaked, burning
- stand
- Weather:
- The air must be so cold
- as to stun the flies
- for as long as possible
- against this perfume
- of ruin they are made for
- every winged beat of waiting
- so cold it stuns you when you walk out
- in that noiseless hour before
- your dawn your lungs
- to seize as they wake
- into this embrace
- your mind to seize
- when you first inhale
- the gun’s sharp glare
- On that day your day of killing
- let nothing freeze
- You must in this winter of your weighing choice
- be a man
- Act
- Act like you know what you know
How to Kill a Hog
- Do you remember how close
- you were to her
- when she was farrowing
- and she needed you
- her bawling drawing
- you out of bed
- a bad dream
- how you washed her vulva, soft
- warm water over your own
- hands how you scrubbed
- even your fingernails
- under your fingernails
- before you came to the pen and the sun-
- flower oil you coated yourself in
- so she would not chafe
- even as she hemorrhaged
- and how against all this
- bloody shit and hay
- you took each piglet
- out of her night and into yours
- into your palm and cleared
- its mouth its nose of mucus
- how you brought breath
- to each set of tiny lungs
- how you washed
- how you opened her
- That is how to touch her now
- Once she is hung
- and cut straight cut
- from rectum to neck
- while the other men
- take their cigarettes
- find quick coffee, food
- Lag behind wait
- until the barn is empty
- until you are alone
- Then step inside her
- your arms inside her
- death like it is a room
- your private room
- peculiar and clean
- Gather her organs up
- into your arms
- like you once did your mother’s robes
- when you were a boy who knew nothing
- but the scent of sweat and silk
- Hold her and inhale
- Before reaching all the way around
- to snip the last tendon
- before you cut the stomach
- intestines kidney liver
- before you cut her heart
- out
- and she drops into you
- and drops down
- into the cold wash tub
- of this day
- close your eyes just once
- just once
- do not turn away
How to Cure
- Because the fly
- does not rest
- because it is a machine
- its body formed from bronze
- its head, bullion
- its wings from glass
- because this small alloy
- cast in flight
- needs muscle
- still humid with life
- you have no time
- to lose
- After the slaughter
- after the neighbors have gone
- and the blood has soaked the ground
- after the knife
- drop your cracked hands
- into the ice bath
- Knead her shoulders, thighs
- knead each length
- slow like it is your own
- sore from this day’s already long work
- Rub her with salt black pepper
- molasses and fear
- Keep that glowing scavenger
- away from what it needs
- because you are a machine
- and this is what you are here for
- When the peach trees blossom
- when your weather has turned
- lay hickory and apple
- lay sassafras, fuel
- fresh split tender and green
- In this open house
- logs transcendent with air
- no mud or mortar or screen
- start the smoke rolling
- uncontrollable
- great smothering
- great next coming
- Each blazing day counted
- by every pound of flesh
- you own
About the Poet:
Rebecca Gayle Howell, United States, (b. 1975) is a poet, publisher and educator. She earned her BA and her MA at the University of Kentucky, her MFA at Drew University, and her Ph.D. at Texas Tech University. She also apprenticed under the Southern experimental art photographer and writer James Baker Hall, as well as the feminist poet and critic Alicia Ostriker.
Among her honors are fellowships from the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown and the Carson McCullers Center, as well as a Pushcart Prize. From 2017-2019 she served as the James Still Writer-in-Residence at Hindman Settlement School, where she founded Fireside Industries, an imprint of University Press of Kentucky charged with advancing Appalachian literature.
Howell lives in Lexington where she is on faculty at the University of Kentucky’s Lewis Honors College. Since 2014, she has served as Poetry Editor for Oxford American. [DES-12/19]
Additional information:
- Rebecca Gayle Howell personal web site
- Fireside Industries, in partnership with the University Press of Kentucky
- Oxford American Magazine