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by Laurel Nakanishi

I will not hide the hollow bodies of my prairie ancestors, those wrapped up in gun-smoke out where it is never really blue or cloudless.  I have their muddied green eyes, their nose pinched against cold.  My clothes bunched out as theirs, but I don’t double-knot my apron.  I have none.
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