Another woman gave birth to my son
I was off doing other things. After fifteen years, I looped back around, leaned from the saddle, and slung him up behind me … Everything about him was new. He smelled violent and stubborn and refused to sleep. At home he was arrogant, the way people are when they know the balance of power tilts in their favor. I insisted we choose each other, and drew him strings of words … The skeletons of his ears corraled the messy wetness of the story. Consonants interrupted … rigid, percussive points of meaning … trail markers against a landscape that refuses to sit still. The other day I caught him staring. He is just starting to recognize me. — Catherine Munsee
northcoastjournal.com • North Coast Journal • Thursday, Dec. 6, 2012
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