Ditch born,
standing in The Garden of the Royal Palace drunk,
he lost his head with trauma.

But they had an open box anyway,
with pink paper. And steam rose
from the ground early that morning
with brown
and newspaper swirling,
pushed by barely unseen winds
in ghettos of grass.

Ahasiw Maskegon-Iskwew - White Shame

He said, “I’m setting up five little tipis, I’ll need some light on each of them.”
“Okay, what will you be doing in the tipis?”

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