Jennifer Militello


in the lab / ill


The fever piled on, dragoned bitterly and quarreled and the opposite poles adjusted and reversed and were fixated on a star-like passion no one could name. Mistakes were raked from their ashes. When I went to add the tincture, the room grew spooked and quiet and at the windows the trees were heroines and a serious pinch of light fell like mothwing dust or photography powder from any place I looked. The smallest elements journeyed like a question. These still weighed the most. The window was cutting a key to the light. The window was unspelling a reptile’s breath. The window was wrecking itself against the mind’s sharpened edges, was staging that drama again and again.

The nerve endings set into a belated landscape and from there their pleats spelled a constant itch, a minimal pain, a twin to the myth of territory perishing at the asphalt in a foot, the limits of a hand, the body’s device set down as a replica and arresting the cells’ iconoclastic beat. As if each clip of laughter were a dizzy weave and each sob were an uneasy look enlisting the ridicule, the face.

 

photo: Joanne Smith

Jennifer Militello is the author of the memoir Knock Wood, winner of the Dzanc Nonfiction Prize (Dzanc Books, 2019), and the poetry collection The Pact (Tupelo Press/Shearsman Books, 2021), as well as four previous collections of poetry. Her work has appeared in Best American Poetry, American Poetry Review, The Nation, The New Republic, The Paris Review, Poetry, and Tin House. She teaches in the MFA program at New England College.

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