Prayer Animals Do not try to convince me the United States is anything other than savannah. Weeds burst through the sidewalk. Drought washes the car windows, then wipes its face with the same dirty handkerchief. Secret meetings. The newspaper explains about the food chain. I am the gazelle in braids and powwow jeans. Sometime before sunset, I scan the horizon, then bend my head to the stream. The water is cold and clear. I have 355 degree vision My only question: Will the hunter use the rifle or his teeth? - Sherman Alexie print page 62

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