Chitra Ganesh, How to Assemble a Flying Car (detail), 2018, linocut on tan BFK Rives. Courtesy of the artist & Durham Press.
The Country I Am From
Chickens are for meat, eggs. A horse
eats as much as it pulls: a scoop of grain
for a day’s work. Men
are not fussy, particular
about what they eat. They smell like
grass, motor oil, sun.
A pond is for fish, fishing
for eating. Farm is not country—
domestication is key: The grass
folds over where it is told,
edges of the crop field
cut by a carpenter’s square,
fencelines a study
in geometry. The cows, chickens,
wife, stock and men—
all punctual to the sun,
feeding hour, chores.
At the end of the day
everything is clean, stowed:
the greased blades and shears;
the wet iron weight of denim and flannel
dried on the line,
folded in square stacks in the drawers;
the sheets hung in the night
to dry crisp from morning dew;
boots lined up, sentries
on the porch outside the door.
Mud clods, manure, leaves, dust
snubbed at the jam. All the patient
work for a clean quiet night,
people fed, an end as calm
and suitably attended as the birth.
E. I. Pruitt’s work has appeared in Chicago Quarterly Review, AGNI, Hunger Mountain, Pleiades, and elsewhere. A manuscript, “The Bull in the Drawer,” was a finalist for the Tampa Review Prize for Poetry. Pruitt holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Southern Illinois University Carbondale. (updated 10/2024)