NYU Black Renaissance Noire Volume 18 Issue 1 - Winter 2018 - Page 122

Lewis Got Clarked Short Hate Concubine He bite Prairie Waist Lord child sodden enough ceiling buried along red soiled panties ice shielded who had many wives rock rolled to the waves when three legged dogs ran father prison steps sky burial down wipes post drip dentalium meat knows way rot riot dry only mascara smokey last bitterest cigarette Indian hack hatched cahokia clubfoot every rush combat decels everday dies unbitten almond lipped she derives arsenic from frotted away Joe bleeding yonder — stay away Wounded Takes Gun Face liver what bull rushed baby stepping hey can powwow? Fart you boys! Take that for size! My Gwan’s winning team… the ‘C’ ones envisioning all those beaten hearts Coyote sharted nipples the brownest since before Lewis got Clarked sitting astride wild eyed steaming compliant tipi pole bridge hide all your medicine dances spread pants whoah Shoah cute did you mean alive or disappearing between tracks cranked dranks crunked alleys fur ever more never moaned something essential split wet beaver band aid red bloom lipstick soothie when you wipe your tape don’t forget survivor deafened Tacoma Indian Hospital cush Cushman’s gambling ¾ blood lungs sang Saleesh Yaga lisped throat crapped ravens turning cartwheels calling out mountain McNeil island son chief risen assaulted 1932 so that dissertations might be perched upon your crucifix patrolled late night bus handjobs single strapped overall trussed b-boys of delight cha-oomps lying boy hand free one hammered wrist bone desire shaven palmed Qbert concealed dress shavings ass tail wagging joy live in the Montagnes silence roofed three holed pidgeon toed gideon sloth bear don’t walk full way no more survivalist making mormons out of yarmulked Indians beaten at the game live only live when father built the long lodge along the river platte selfish into the world commodity cheese sitting willow backed four times around the circle pitchfork brought willow fired volcanic glowing with their own our bodies steaming a