When the Sun passes
through the teeth of a coyote
it will be morning for me.
The reason for this muddy sun, whiskey, and Oklahoma
easy for a sad man to explain.
To pass through this world
as a fugitive eagle
that’s something honest, real.
But I stick out like the raw
middle finger of a ghost man
among the living.
My symbolic heart
made with a tight fist, punching
punching, punching…
The marrow of my words –
sweet jelly to the wolves
hiding in all conversations.
I wander the bombed-out
in a black suit, red lapel.
Clean tie, straight as a gun deck.
Dress shoes roam like free verse.
A lost road started out
from the trail of a two-headed snake.
I see myself in its sunset.
Sy Hoahwah is an enrolled member of the Comanche Nation of Oklahoma. He is of the Yaparʉhka and Kwaarʉ Nʉʉ bands as well as Cheyenne-Arapaho descent. He is a poet, visual artist, teacher, and mentor. Sy has also appeared in petrichor one, eighteen, and twenty.
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