We Started Dying Before The

There Is A Legacy Of Violence Against Native Women That Has Gotten Worse And Worse Over Time.

Her Clothes Were Filled With Safety Pins And Hidden Tears.

Right And Wrong Were Shades Of Meaning, Not Sides Of A Coin.

He Despised His Body For Its Boring Hungers, Reflex Anger; Its Petty, Obliterating Rage. But Now He'd Become Detached. He Regarded His Body With A Tender Regret. It Was The Thing His Spirit Had To Haul.

I Am Part Of What She Thinks Is Her Illness, A Symptom Of Which She Thinks She Has Been Cured. She, On The Other Hand, Is What I Was Looking For.