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Toi Derricotte: The Minks

In the backyard of our house on Norwood,

there were five hundred steel cages lined up,

each with a wooden box

roofed with tar paper;

inside, two stories, with straw

for a bed. Sometimes the minks would pace

back and forth wildly, looking for a way out;

or else they’d hide in their wooden houses, even when

we’d put the offering of raw horse meat on their trays, as if

they knew they were beautiful

and wanted to deprive us.

In spring the placid kits

drank with glazed eyes.

Sometimes the mothers would go mad

and snap their necks.

My uncle would lift the roof like a god

who might lift our roof, look down on us

and take us out to safety.

Sometimes one would escape.

He would go down on his hands and knees,

aiming a flashlight like

a bullet of light, hoping to catch

the orange gold of its eyes.

He wore huge boots, gloves

so thick their little teeth couldn’t bite through.

“They’re wild,” he’d say. “Never trust them.”

Each afternoon when I put the scoop of raw meat rich

with eggs and vitamins on their trays,

I’d call to each a greeting.

Their small thin faces would follow as if slightly curious.

In fall they went out in a van, returning

sorted, matched, their skins hanging down on huge metal

hangers, pinned by their mouths.

My uncle would take them out when company came

and drape them over his arm—the sweetest cargo.

He’d blow down the pelts softly

and the hairs would part for his breath

and show the shining underlife which, like

the shining of the soul, gives us each

character and beauty.


Toi Derricotte, “The Minks” from Captivity. Copyright © 1989 by Toi Derricotte. (Pitt, 1989). Included in Vox Populi by permission of University of Pittsburgh Press.

Toi Derricotte is the author of six collections of poetry, most recently, I: New & Selected Poems (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2019). Derricotte is the recipient of the Academy of American Poets’ 2021 Wallace Stevens Award, given to recognize outstanding artistic achievement in the art of poetry over a poet’s career. The Poetry Society of America awarded her the 2020 Frost Medal for distinguished lifetime achievement in poetry, citing, “There are few poets who are as brave as Toi Derricotte; brave in her subject matter and brave in how she insists that even the deepest hurts must sing on the page.” 

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2 comments on “Toi Derricotte: The Minks

  1. Sean Sexton
    May 11, 2024

    Toi: Quite an amazing memoir contained in this poem! It makes me think about my own life, when for a moment we raised sheep [in Florida!]—and as a 12 year old, helping an old black man to slaughter lambs (which I was not prepared to do). But the solemn inevitability of things, life, and those determining so much of it—did we call them “Gods?” Certainly they were to us and our world. I’m grateful to read your words.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Vox Populi
      May 11, 2024

      Yes, Toi’s poems bring us face to face with our own tender lives and the raw wounds we carry.

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