Dream Catchers
A poem written in 2008.
The dream catchers hanging above your bed;
the dust of umbilical cords shrouded
in deerskin pouches at the bottom
of your sock drawer; and placentas
planted under aspens in the garden
are not enough to save your suyàpi1 life.
One cul-de-sac morning, surrounded
by homes of urologists and investment bankers,
the black dog with the grizzly head
will pounce.
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A Salish word for “white person”. ↩︎