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Fires The night my father recanted years of life and used the pieces to build breakfast, my mother tore my eyes and mouth from my head at 3 a.m. Wide with fire, she told me we were leaving and would never gather ash. We drove to a reservation under the gates of our sins, and she tumbled down her life with my father, the man who took our furniture from its grave and sent it to Colville. To take penance in the un-burial, she told me he sacrificed our whiskey. She planned everything for my father. And in his hands, breakfast and all, the house we had chosen for a foundation. [remix of Sherman Alexie’s “House Fires” which appears in his book, The Business of Fancydancing] Poor Mirrors You drink these mornings alone and nothing can be woken; you forgive the last light bill, swallow bees from the can beside the bed; warm strangers sleeping on the floor go home too easy. To be no one on moist pavement, only lightly worried about familial tastes more concerned with how to open the fridge. You walk alone with nothing to do, wandering within a country that revolves around rooms without color or milk. Tasting the mirror you found in the rancid rain, the walls seem closer and you open the fridge again the right way and you can never find the fridge again for a beer, you find only the trash and drink it. These holes are too familiar. [remix of Sherman Alexie’s “Poverty of Mirrors” which appeared in his book, I Would Steal Horses] MegaDeath Down past the television in the shack where the tracks keep the tin walls breathing, God dreams of 1976 and the tattered couch left in the snow, bouncing off the fourth quarter, falling back to the corner where my father throws glass across the room like a train between field goals, shattering past the upright. My father’s roar, suspended by sound, stands eagle-armed and carries him over its shoulders like a platform, as he whistles for God and 1976 to pick him up, to leave this lover behind. [remix of Sherman Alexie’s “Sudden Death” which appeared in his book, The Business of Fancydancing] |