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Everyday is an odyssey. Today I threw up
in downtown Gallup, New Mexico. I held up
traffic and projected. It was horrible, and
squirming like a worm in the passenger seat
I slowly came back to me with Goodtimes driving
the van east on the eastern strip, late at night
on the rez road, looking for a dark gate, fumbling
with a lock under cell phone light… drive past Harriet’s—
she left the light on, knows you’re coming, has a shotgun,
go through another gate up the hill keep going keep going
keep going turn right past the pond—it was dark dark,
keep going keep going another gate like a cowboy poem
in the wind almost to Crown Pointe, to the house of Zoe,
doctor of veterinary science, teacher, poet. We sat drinking
on her desert-wracked wood porch—under the native sky.
She said, Fuck that Christian shit, I read Tolkien
from a Navajo perspective and I love it.
Then she howled like the moon at her neighbor coyote.
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