'Inside Both of Us,' a Poem by Erika T. Wurth for National Poetry Month
INSIDE BOTH OF US
...the sheep were like the dead like his eyes on the pearl street mall and he said he brought the rain down from pine ridge why couldn’t he bring it down in arizona why can’t he bring it down inside both of us moving quickly towards the burning bush towards the cracked and bloody desert the weavers bringing the rain down the bums bringing the rain down why can’t I bring the rain down he said hey sister got a dollar sister got a home for me sister we natives gotta stick together just one more dollar will keep me warm all night its ok that I put my hand on your long brown shoulder put your hand on my long brown heart so the sheep will rise again so the water will turn to wine and back to water and bring the rain down inside both of us...
Erika T. Wurth's book, Indian Trains, was published by West End Press. She teaches creative writing at Western Illinois University and has been a guest writer at the Institute of American Indian Arts. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in numerous journals including Boulevard, Fiction, Pembroke, Florida Review, Stand, Cimarron Review, The Cape Rock, Southern California Review and Yellow Medicine Review. She's Apache/Chickasaw/Cherokee and was raised outside of Denver.
The image at the top of this page is a detail from "The Dopamine Regression" (right), a rug woven by Melissa Cody, Navajo. Cody is a fourth-generation weaver who works in the Germantown Revival style, and takes inspiration from street art as well as traditional Navajo rug weaving.
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