and have skull-bones filled by the white rush that rattles my inhalation. First taken from Shoshone to become Hidatsa. You would call this “1800.” Then enslaved from tribe to Touissant Charbonneau. You would call this “17 and with child” or “1804” I’ve heard you repeat. I heard you were ex ploiters wish to know about land so far. Explorers, I mean. Do you want man’s satisfied explorings of the earth Like husband has asked of me? Would you prefer that I fix my mouth for you too? To re-adjust my rebellious yells of ecstasy that show Mother a grateful Indian woman-child, and my threads of intertwining corn-leaves? I would much rather be printed into your pages that will spread like ink with things that explorers see already everyday
than
to be embedded with Touissant Charbonneau and other Shoshone slave-woman. S PRING / S UMMER 2 0 1 3
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