From Sand Creek — Simon J. Ortiz

At the Salvation Army
a clerk
caught me
wandering
among old spoons
and knives,
sweaters and shoes.

I couldn’t have stolen anything;
my life was already stolen.

In protest though,
I should have stolen.
My life. My life.

She caught me;
Carson caught Indians,
secured them with lies.
Bound them with his belief.

After winter,
our own lives fled.

I reassured her
what she believed
Bought a sweater.

And fled.

I should have stolen.
My life. My life.

From Sand Creek Simon J. Ortiz

#infiniteanthology day15

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