Mama I hit that man
Stepping out of his truck
I hit that man
Down where the road curves west
And the trees shine gold
His legs smashed
Against my hard bumper
Windshield shattered
His body clamoured
Mama I hit that man
The trees bleed rust now
And my mind will never be the same
Mama, I hit that man
Laying in my bed
I hit that man
Laughing at my anger
Knowing I’m a fool
I grabbed the pillow
Forced it down upon him
Arms flailed
And I jerked myself away
Mama I hit that man
The blankets bleed rust now
And my mind will never be the same
(10/2017)
About Me
- Dr. Jessica R. Metcalfe
- I am Turtle Mountain Chippewa from North Dakota, I have a Ph.D., and I write about Native American art, fashion, and design. I also own and operate the Beyond Buckskin Boutique, which sells Native American fashion, and I recently launched a new site, Red Willow Poetry.
