Christine
Allen-Yazzie
has
been published in Flyway,
Whiskey Island Review, Black River Review, EVO, Pif, Eclectica and
others and has won prizes and writing grants from the Utah Arts Council for her
fiction and poetry.
She
Came One Afternoon and Left the Same Day
There
was a baby
Her hands were purple
The window coming in
The window telling all
A dog ran by the window
Chasing garbage, chasing fall
Leaves tumbling by the window
Her feet were purple
She had no thumbs. The window—
It was bright. Bright and merciless
Like Spandex on a swimmer’s ass
I said or did not say. Thick, medicated
I need a blanket, and the nurse, she
Brought me one. I need you to close
That window, and she did. And the dog
It kept running, and the leaves
They live in me. The garbage
Well, that’s my story, and
Let me tell you about the fine
Hair on her pasty white shoulders