And even though you said today you felt better, and it is so late in this poem, is it okay to be clear, to say, I don’t feel good, to ask you to tell me a story about the sweetgrass you planted – and tell it again or again – until I can smell its sweet smoke, leave this thrashed field, and be smooth.

-Natalie Diaz

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