there at the thriftshop
she got lots of nervous energy going
that or flying high speedball state
& its eleven in the morning
either way I’m shy of too much contact
but too late she’s checked me out
you some kinda Cherokee?
& I want to retaliate
it’s fucking Navajo bitch
she’s misread the braided hair
turquoise & silver
instead I smile wide as the plains
just some white boy ethnic stuff
& that’s enough for her
she’s already moved on
like in the motorcycle swapmeet ariz.
who let the fucking Indian in?
you did honky