Almontaser, Threa

United States, (contemporary)

Pig Flesh
I don’t fuck with pigs like As-salamu alaykum
— Nicki Minaj

  1. At lunch, we push loud and glaring titles in the scrollbar
  2.  
  3. not sure what we’re searching for,
  4. our desires tip-toeing.
  5.  
  6. But maybe we’ll find it in one of these fisted
  7. faces. In someone’s hot voice that sings
  8.  
  9. itself a verge, and hope to be forgiven
  10. after the echo dies. We were never
  11.  
  12. given the language to say self or pleasure or —
  13. a shaykh says holding your own body
  14.  
  15. is like eating the flesh of a pig
  16. to survive from major starvation
  17.  
  18. when no other food is available. Should we
  19. sleep in a crypt? Should we cut off
  20.  
  21. our own hands? Then the Khalīl
  22. Jubrān fairy enters my head. He says
  23.  
  24. I am like the boundless drop in a boundless
  25. ocean, a tree heavy-laden with fruit
  26.  
  27. that I may gather and give back
  28. to myself. I believe everyone.
  29.  
  30. Nothing satisfies the scavengers, too starved
  31. for too long. You know what it looks
  32.  
  33. like: snout-mucked swine, hunks
  34. of forbidden fat, and we are hungry
  35.  
  36. for flesh, to suck the scuz from our split hooves,
  37. limbs swaddled into a porky thicket, let
  38.  
  39. the rot bloom us clean. I am alive
  40. writing this poem because
  41.  
  42. a jido didn’t have his oil spilled and stolen without
  43. defiance, which has other ways of entering my life
  44.  
  45. like in the Taco Bell parking lot,
  46. sliding off hijabs for a second —
  47.  
  48. Pakistani’s a long straight tide, Sudanese
  49. a curtain of braids. These days I am never
  50.  
  51. sure if my tears come from the
  52. come from the come from the God
  53.  
  54. come from the longing gut or I’ve been staring
  55. at artificial ice pixels for too long. Keep
  56.  
  57. searching. What’s the holiest
  58. thing you’ve ever seen? Girls
  59.  
  60. talk over each other between meat-warm threats
  61. to dabiha: My grandma’s hands. A dove’s
  62.  
  63. wings. Abdul’s butt when he
  64. bends over to pray. They are thinking
  65.  
  66. of dropouts working at their father’s deli, calling out
  67. to us in Arabic when we step in for a snack.
  68.  
  69. Their thoughts a duplicitous
  70. corner, pipes filling our lungs
  71.  
  72. with Starbuzz Blue Mist, Sex on the Beach, rousing
  73. the animal their bodies remember they are
  74.  
  75. when starved, spitting its inborn snort
  76. into the musk. Look how she teeters
  77.  
  78. on tightropes, half-crunk, twirling into the plunge,
  79. then coming up for breath a little less cruel.
  80.  
  81. The adhan goes off. We don’t deny
  82. its call, or the gunk of guilt God
  83.  
  84. dumps on our heads. Who is to say what holy is?
  85. Mary’s menstrual blood? The prophet’s first
  86.  
  87. kiss? Adam and Eve’s graceless
  88. groping? I try to unlock my cleaved
  89.  
  90. subconscious: one side a mosque, the other
  91. a gritty sounder of unfocused breaths roasting
  92.  
  93. the air. I can still smell the hogs
  94. when my head turns left and right
  95.  
  96. in prayer, the hooves gathered, for now, in some wild distance.

© Threa Almontaser. The Wild Fox of Yemen. Minneapolis, MN: Graywolf Press (2021).
Editor’s Note:

The quote at the beginning of this poem is taken from “Itty Bitty Piggy,” the third track off of Nicki’s mixtape “Beam Me Up Scotty,” originally released in 2009. The full quoted verse is:

Now, if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her, “Park it”
I don’t fuck with pigs, like “as-salamu alaykum”
I put ’em in a field, I let Oscar Mayer bake ’em
And if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her, “Park it”
I don’t fuck with pigs, like “as-salamu alaykum”
I put ’em in a field and I let Oscar Mayer bake ’em, bitches

Hear it on YouTube: Nicki Minaj – Itty Bitty Piggy, lyrics and video
(NOTE: It’s explicit, if you dare…)

About the Poet:

Threa Almontaser, United States, (contemporary), is a poet, editor, writer and educator. She holds a MFA and a TESOL certification from NC State University. An editor for Tinderbox Poetry Journal and a juror for both the Pen America Writing for Justice Fellowship and the Scholastic Arts and Writing Awards, Almontaser focuses primarily on promoting the creative arts.

She is a Fulbright scholar and currently teaches English to immigrants and refugees in Raleigh, NC. Almontaser’s work has been published for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, Best New Poets, and Best Small Fictions. Her poems can be found in The Nation, Poets.org, Electric Lit, and elsewhere.

Her first full-length poetry collection, The Wild Fox of Yemen (2021), is a Financial Times and Library Journal 2021 Best Book of the Year, Poetry Book Society’s Wild Card choice, and Highly Commended by the Forward Prizes for Poetry.

When not storytelling or coming up with conspiracy theories, she attends comic conventions, trains her koi to do tricks, and keeps an eye out for pretty rocks. She believes writing should not only entertain, but provoke, and can be found most likely sitting hunched over her desk thinking obsessively about the placement of commas. She is currently at work on her first novel. [DES-01/22]

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