one little two little three little indians

today I found a feather on the side of the road

it reminded me of the first time I belived
I was really grown


this feather was white with pale lines

It reminded me of being such a small
suskatchiwan

hot summers
hopefll days

I heard this lie inside a teepee once
it was coverd in canvas
filled with nievity
and smelt like incents

when I list the things that were great :

I loved the shape of his brain
and his smile
and his perfect smell all the same.


I remember talking to a friend
or perhaps I was writting all of this down
I kept saying something like


" what a terrible day"

nostalgia can make us better people you know

we hurt

then we learn from our mistakes.