“Stefan: "Indian with a dot, not a feather.”
“Eyes watching alwaysShadows in shadows they waitA black feather fallsFirst accepted, lovedThen betrayed-spit in the faceVengeance sweet like dots.”
“These Indians are fierce, they wear feathers and grunt. Most of us dont fit this idealized figure since we grunt only when overeating”
“I love you Stefan, never let that go.”
“Sometimes she wore Levi's with white-suede fringe sewn down the legs and a feathered Indian headdress, sometimes old fifties' taffeta dresses covered with poetry written in glitter, or dresses made of kids' sheets printed with pink piglets or Disney characters.”
“Three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe,three dot.”