Section 5 of “The Fausto Poems”
On Thanksgiving I took him home
to my reservation and he wanted to ride horses.
I don’t know how to ride, I told him.
He said, I thought all Indians rode horses.
On Christmas, we watched ESPN surfing
and I asked him how well he rode the waves.
He said, I don’t know how to surf.
I thought all Hawaiians surfed, I told him.
from Sherman Alexie The Business of Fancydancing
I neither surf nor ride but I read poetry.
And so for day 2201