All Indians Are Magical
they can tell time by looking at the sun they can hear the buffalo running two hundred miles away even if they live in Chicago or Minneapolis or Farmington they can heal your broken leg with a wey-ya hey-ya chant if there’s no doctor at IHS because the funding for the year ran out they [...]
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A Thing In Motion
An inch and a half from my jaw line I first felt the pain. Like someone had pressed the back of an earring into my skin over and over. When I started to feel it on the other side, that’s when the vague worry grew into a concern. It wasn’t my concern, but I knew [...]
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On Beauty
1.   The frame is not big enough. The camera cannot capture desire. The light is not enough to slow Sabrina’s hands as she fingers the beads on her dress. The aperture is not wide enough to speed up the shutter or narrow the depth of field. Still, this is but a fraction of a [...]
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Goldfish Obituaries
My goldfish, two of them, died last week. These two, glittering, golden life-forms, John Fitzgerald ‘Jack’ and Kilgore Trout, are gone. I’m not particularly sad. They were only goldfish; but for some reason I’ve been trying to not think about them since they passed. I woke up that morning, shaking off a hangover headache and [...]
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The whole unprecious
It’s almost fluorescent, the purple inside. A fistful of follicles, ten thousand between palm and skin. When did I know my body well? It’s gorgeous, the almost wet, the always-shine of it. I can count folds with a makeup mirror. I can make a phallus of fingers to clench around, but that’s not the point [...]
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2 Poems
This is Not a Decode this is about our relational differences, it’s about the curls in my hair, the darkness of my thighs. So I’m split a thousand ways, binaries of opposition, reduce me to body parts, but the width of my cheekbones can be deceptive. I am going unsignified today  (lbr, it’s not that [...]
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seshat
to begin, she blinds herself of memory & suddenly his hands are a deer born in the dark she paws him his brag of dust his slate & husk her tender gorse mist of stonewound rain married to musk all the orchards baubled with antlers, damsons, foxholes remember his girl, remember her legs cocked like [...]
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Two Poems
West Texas Miles drip slowly, condensation gathering on glasses of sweet tea Blurring endless country sprawl, the occasional hill to career down. Speed as fast as you like, you can’t shorten a 700-mile stretch–– Humid nightfall in your dry eyelids, forcing an admission of defeat, So dark you can’t see straight, never mind the aching. [...]
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I Am Sorry For Your Loss
I am sorry for your loss, someone says. Those words crack the sky open, a ripe burnt hurt, I tally death, my throat marked sore with an X for Brother, Uncles, Sisters, Grandfathers, 18 unratified treaties. Those words crack the sky open, a ripe burnt line forms. Something seems to be missing here– Brother, Uncles, [...]
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The Small American Sadness
America whispered to me, Let me get closer to your sadness. I unbuttoned my shirt and pressed America’s hands to my lace cups. America struggled briefly with the hook & eye. I looked upon the thinning hair of America. My nipples shrank to pink stones inside the open mouth of America. I don’t know why [...]
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