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Natalie Diaz

When My Brother Was an Aztec

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    Maybe one day you will laugh at this—

    arguing with a meth head dressed

    like a Judas effigy about Jesus’s sandals.
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    What’s a wild bird like you need with whiteman shoes
  • carmenavilahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    they help us to see that it is dark
  • Roberto Garzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    The Last Mojave Indian Barbie
  • Roberto Garzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    Some Indians’ wisdom teeth never stop growing back in—

    we were made to bite back—

    until we learn to bite first
  • Roberto Garzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    like gum they swallowed in first grade.

    The grandmas return from misa, with full to the brim

    estómagos and overflowing souls, to empty homes
  • Roberto Garzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    like burritos—tight and fat como porros—to hold us
  • Roberto Garzahar citeretfor 3 år siden
    Still cries telling how she peed the bed there How the white teacher wrapped her in her wet sheets & made her stand in the hall all day for the other Indian kids to see
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    All this before we knew that some wounds can’t heal
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    He doesn’t sit in chairs anymore and is always on his feet,

    hovering by the window, peeking out the door, Because,

    he explains, everyone is the enemy, even you, even me.
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