Poems from Boderra
Currently a senior at Institute of American Indian Arts (IAIA) in Santa Fe, NM. I'm majoring in Creative Writing and on the side is photography.
I’m one step closer to becoming moonless. Pupils engulfed oil black seas without her, but not the day her hand warmed a limp soul, and when...
I picture her lovely skull
tracing her thoughts
stripping them naked
with the tips of my fingers
flicking
brushing thoroughly
her needle...
Born a brittle seed beneath soaked soil,
I bathed in clear liquid when it rained
and quenched my thirst.
My edges became roots, clawed...