2017 Greg Grummer Poetry Award Winner, Chosen by Monica Youn
Jennifer Givhan
My last time in the underworld I followed
a tiger the book said tigers could be
shapeshifters could be carried
to their beds the hemp of their claws
like stripes on a tiger who’d come to bring
a balm I’ll tell you what I love
into a field a bus of tigers lets
them off with their schoolbooks their lunches
my own tigers expelling their milky jasmine
outside those monstrous hills
I couldn’t fix anything not one thing I
told the tigers get your best good fur
the sticky holes in my heart &
the tigers dug a too-deep hole in the dirt
it smelled of rain that metal in the mouth
& the branches held their buds like
ticks on skin bulbous & bloody
the book says the tiger is a very good
mother will defend her cubs the clumped tuft
animal grief makes of protest
an old wives’ tale says if you’ve stolen a
tiger to stop the mother tearing
you apart throw a mirror in her path
she’ll be deceived
her reflection is her tiger
the book thinks mothers are fools
the last time I died it was defending what I love
bulbous & bloody the book says of a field where tigers
are lined up & killed
where it stops— So I went
Jennifer Givhan is a Mexican-American poet from the Southwestern desert. She is the author of Landscape with Headless Mama (2015 Pleiades Editors’ Prize) and Protection Spell (2016 Miller Williams Series, University of Arkansas Press). Her chapbooks include Lifeline (Glass Poetry Press), The Daughter’s Curse (ELJ Editions), and Lieserl Contemplates Resurrection (dancing girl press). Her honors include a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in Poetry, a PEN/Rosenthal Emerging Voices Fellowship, The Frost Place Latin@ Scholarship, The 2015 Lascaux Review Poetry Prize, The Pinch Poetry Prize, and her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Best of the Net, Best New Poets, AGNI, Ploughshares, Poetry, TriQuarterly, Crazyhorse, Blackbird, and The Kenyon Review. She lives with her family in New Mexico.
Monica Youn’s citation for the prize:
“The hypnotic rhythms of the poem create a spell in which guilt and fear and love and sorrow cast moving shadows across the imagination. As a tribute to a murdered boy playing in a park, it weaves together rage and tenderness into an artifact that is as gorgeous as it is troubling.”