sherman alexie

I wish I could tell him
how I want to curl up on the rug
he's weaved with stories
and sleep for years

because he likes basketball
even though I like baseball
and our sister's ghosts keep telling each other's secrets.

i'm not afriad of dying
and my father hardly drinks
but i've laughed enough to know
that inside I'm centuries old
waiting for the black widows to come
and eat my dreams.

I've never seen a reservation
and I don't have any children
but the sun is setting like a heartbeat
and I've lost all my artist's reasoning

so I need him to come
and make the fires talk and drums sing.