Dream Catchers

- poem


The dream catchers hanging above your bed;
the dust of umbilical cords, shrouded
in deerskin pouches at the bottom
of your sock drawer; and the placentas
planted under aspens in the garden

are not enough to save your suyàpi* life.

One cul-de-sac morning, surrounded
by homes of urologists and investment bankers,
the black dog with the grizzly head
will pounce.


*A Salish word for “white person”

(2008)