They were told to sit “Indian style” on the carpet in front of a small setup made for an audience of small American children. She didn’t quite know what sitting Indian style meant, and since she was the only Indian in the class, she figured everyone would sit like her—on their haunches, knees bent forward.

I have this dream— / they find me / wading in corn fields, / my eyes like the stalk / center of sunflower petals.

I sanitize my stories like I wash my hands–multiple times a day, scrubbing until they pose no risk to others, until they are tolerable.

so you say you want your dick

sucked

But this is Georgia, 2007, where two women who love each other, married one another in Boston, cannot adopt children, even if they belong to one of the women.

As a parent, I have tried to teach my children to speak up for themselves and for others. As teenagers, they tell me they are stuck in an in-between space in which they have observations about the world and experiences to share, but people don’t take them seriously.