I’m trying to identify
where my Native blood’s located
this morning…maybe in
my belly that is on fire?
That is hungry with envy
for the bursting dam in Egypt?
Or perhaps it’s in my feet
that want to kick these unwanted
complimentary copies of
the New York Times
away? They won’t be
that heavy, it’s not like all the news
is in there…Someone’s been tossing them
at my door for the last two weeks,
and I recognize some of those trees.
Maybe it’s in my eyes
that are seeing things anew?
Perhaps I should turn
from biology to quantum physics
and say that locality has failed,
that the blood spinning in me this morning
is changing momentum elsewhere, that the act
of observing has changed everything utterly
so that the indigenous
is everywhere,
and my Native blood
is everywhere as well.

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