navajo cheese

you can just tear off a piece
trish leans in to say
from her seat next to me
about the frybread
at the breakfast table
grandfather (shi che) at the head and
grandmother (shi mahsahnah) across from us
just before they sample the
sandhill sauerkraut
(the me inside me jumping
around with excitement saying
i grew that cabbage!
trish fermented it!
we made that!)
_______
with blackened gloves
i carry coal hunks
shining and dense
(sun’s energy condensed)
from bin to building_______
one time we took the train
to mexico city
keith says
first class
there were people with their goats
and he laughs and i laugh and he laughs and i laugh
(how our not-quite-howls
feed the other’s)
_______

trish and i flanking
shi mahsahnah at her
stove-side perch while we
learn/attempt
the carding of wool
and the laughter that carries across language
at our many efforts
_______

they’re all for you i joke
about the half-plate of
peanut butter chocolate chip oatmeal cookies
trish and i made

_______

navajo cheese keith jokes
peeling off a slice of
orange american from the stack
the table of us laughing and
grandmother repeats
navajo cheese

_______

the moment sun drops
between cloud and horizon
arizona big sky
dipped in gold
blue/gray storm brewing
to the south

_______

i can see your glittering
rhinestoneish self shining
from here and
it is glorious

_______

gratitude for the perfect warmth
elbow-patched
wool cashmere
last minute
liana-hunted
sweater

_______

on the floor after dusk
mucho macho and barbara
8-minute abbing
en español
we take turns counting off
in our best monster truck
(sunday sunday sunday!)
radio commercial voice

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