By: Sara Jumping Eagle
Whiteclay
Maka Ska
My Relatives
caught in a cannard
of hope in a bottle
dreams at the bottom
gathered around a trashcan fire
of pseudo warmth
wanting to forget
the lives they’ve lived
oh ikce wicasa
forgive yourself
ikce winyan
asking for help
standing on a desolate road
with visions in a plastic cup
among the many smashed cans of your regret
the broken shards of songs unsung
dances on a sawdust floor
kisses in a sour sweat
no inipi here
only more drinks
that cannot quench
a thirst for something more….