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The Story of Sad CoyoteHot Cat, the desert orphan, was raised by Marianne's granmama in the years before he learned to speak the proper language of the valley. She said to him, in the hisses and grunts of his foreign land, “come to my house so that I can raise you like a proper desert boy.” When Hot Cat came to her hovel, she told him the story of Sad Coyote, who was a hyena when you told the story in the hot plains, and a fox when you told it in a cold place. The story was never told in the deep jungle. Sad Coyote was brought up in a normal family. He was taught to stalk the slowest squiThe Story of Sad Coyote
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Between the Vault and IOver the pale-suited shoulder of the accountant There's a heavy, locked safe to keep the paradise inside He smiles, like a shark, says “leave” And I notice his red eyes, his brown slick hair When he raises the gunBetween the Vault and I
And expectantly I fix on beyond him while I fall And from between my ribs, a red red river Which deeply he drinks Which deeply he takes from me
I am awake, a coyote Lithe and dully wounded With dull dark sand beneath me And a spider at the base of my skull
Who burrows sharply, Who digs hungrily And I roll and he d
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Bloody HandsThere’s blood on our hands.Bloody Hands
No, no, no, you say. I washed that blood off a long time ago. But blood stains are the hardest to get rid of, they say. Long after your hands have been scrubbed to pieces does the residue remain.
You hid your hands from me, but the blood dripped dripped dripped onto the floor in a pool at your bare feet. One small step and you slipped and fell, and oh the look on your face when you realized that you had been the cause of your own fall.
Perhaps as a saving grace there were few witnesses to your disgrace. Nobody else seemed to be able to see the blood anyway; maybe your bli
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