One time, my Dad and us kids went out to “do wood”. On the way back home, the passenger door of the truck opened and my sister Amanda fell out onto the road. She was not hurt. Captain Beefheart was on the radio.
My Mother laid her hands down to sew on mine. Hers are Marime, she says. She hides teeth from wolves to try to erase our Fathers. But we cannot build a new church without their hands underneath.
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