1. I haven’t _________ since smoke dried to salt in the lakebed, since crude oil dripped from his parting slogan, the milk’s sky behind it, birds chirping from its wig. Strange, how they burrowed into the side of this rock. Strange . . . to think, they "belonged" and stepped through the flowering of a future
Sherwin Bitsui is a Diné from the Navajo reservation in White Cone, Arizona, and the author of Flood Song (Copper Canyon Press, 2009) and Shapeshift (University of Arizona Press, 2003). His latest collection, a book-length poem, Dissolve, is forthcoming from Copper Canyon Press in October, 2018. He is the recipient of a Lannan Literary Fellowship, a grant from the Witter Bynner Foundation for Poetry, and a Whiting Writers’ Award. He teaches in the low-residency MFA program in creative writing at the Institute of American Indian Arts. He lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico.