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| Red Lake Net News Michael Barrett P. O. Box 80 Redby, MN 56670 Telephone: 218-679-5995 |
| Everything is Indian
By Gretchen After loving you Everything is Indian Sequoia mini van At Minnehaha falls Clear blue dreams Bone splitting from bone home Everything is Indian Kindness and the verge of tears Love in the nest of your neck and hair And Indian, to be exiled from there After losing you like a elevator door closing The vertical image of you alive thinning to metal boom doors After losing you Everything is Indian The clouds, of course The names, the words And sound. The people walking On Hiawatha. And, Lake Nokomis. The children All of them Everywhere The food inside my mouth But not this hard table The places The lakes Movement Oneida silverware And bowls Winding the summer around a fork on a road trip to Winona A handhold That’s yours Skin that comforts No matter what’s been Everything is Indian Everything that grows Everything broken and owned Everything let go And how you always come back After losing you That’s Indian too Laughter Twirling me in the air When I asked you a question You left me there Denouncing you Romantizing you In Minnesota After loving and losing you Everything is Indian Cherokee Jeep St. Sault Marie Canada Rivers naturally A friend That je ne sais quoi Well then it would be French Indian I guess, Métis I guess But with you it’s Indian All the way All of New York Corn, Potatoes and wild rice And the blueberries I painted on the blanket Where you slept all over me. The tobacco I die for The blood spots on the t-shirt you wore Your broken Indian jaw Your broken Indian nose Your lost Indian teeth Somewhere by the Mississippi river Or maybe by your tribal ID Lost on Chicago Ave. Displaying your blood quantum Face down to the concrete. Yes, after loving you Everything is Indian Laying on the floor with you Laughing, you tell the stories of each scar and bullet mark And then smile and look for mine. But ,.…….I lost you to other things. White things I guess. Or White and Indians things in collision Whatever that’s called. Maybe, I just need to get away from here Go somewhere like Oklahoma Or Nebraska, New Mexico… Tacoma, South Dakota, Kansas, Alabama? California? |