It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away.

Nervous means you want to play. Scared means you don't want to play.

The world is too fucking big. Sometimes, I can't even carry myself through all the love and fear.

We all laughed and laughedBecause, yes, my mother was Exactly the kind of mortalWho challenged the Gods.She was the reservation Medea.She was the indigenous Antigone.But just imagine how it felt to be Her fragile child. I never stoppedBeing afraid of her. I never leftThat dark porch. I am stillSleeping with those dogs.

Grief is scary and beautiful, too, I thought, but did not text.