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Jennifer Militello

Jennifer Militello is the author of A Camouflage of Specimens and Garments (Tupelo Press, 2016), Body Thesaurus (Tupelo Press, 2013), named one of the top ten books of 2013 by Best American Poetry, and Flinch of Song, winner of the Tupelo Press First Book Award. Her poems have been published by American Poetry Review, The Kenyon Review, The New Republic, The North American Review, The Paris Review, and Ploughshares, and anthologized in Best New Poets, Poem-a-Day: 365 Poems for Every Occasion, and The Manifesto Project. She teaches in the MFA program at New England College.

 

 

 

How to Construct the Hero of a Western

 

 

Let the perishing take on a kind of art. Let

it outwit you. Saddle up. Steal the steed

 

and gallop out. Once I’ve been lassoed, you sever

the cord. We overpay. We lay me down. Our lines

 

are scuppered. The frame aslant. I touch your face

with its pinch and draw. I go the old way: the sky’s

 

a yawn. You have a trigger-happy look. You point out

constellations and the spaces holstered between them

 

speak. Between them, we disagree. Your weathervane

points north when the wind is blowing south. The man

 

on horseback at the top is solitary. Made of rust.

You crush a little rock dust in your hand. You stand

 

with your profile in contrast to the fields. It heals me

to have to injure you. It’s what I do to hold you close.

 

You want to kiss me. What do you think will happen

when you do? I tighten the cinch. I spur the boot.

 

 

 

 

©2016 Jennifer Militello

 

 

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