Poem for Renee Good –– Poet and speaker of truth –– Your brains splayed, You exposed them, in the most dramatic of ways. Bitch. What dies there, where you lived your last stanzas? 22 February 202622 February 2026
I was stuck on the Reservation, so I married a Native American man (my new boss), and cancelled my doctor’s appointment in Billings, Montana 5 February 202624 January 2026
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