“i can still see”
Zoey Yazzie
—i can still see the dash
of your lightning bolt smile
—and the hot splash of
Ray-Ban aviator blues
with blood sausage and
mudstone monologue
dripp—
i
n
g
from
your
lips—
i can see a
red hourglass
body caressed in
black sauntering on
the cornered Keams of
your mouth’s ravine—
Diné Bizaad—
dye—
i
n
g
realms
untouched by
chemical dreams