From “Bestiary” by Sherman Alexie

My mother sends me a black-and-white
photograph of   her and my father, circa
1968, posing with two Indian men.
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“Who are those Indian guys?” I ask her64a127d4e69359c04683809df1a646ba
on the phone.
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“I don’t know,” she says.
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The next obvious question: “Then why
did you send me this photo?” But I don’t
ask it.
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One of those strange Indian men is
pointing up toward the sky.
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Above them, a bird shaped like a
question mark.
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One Response to From “Bestiary” by Sherman Alexie

  1. Jerome Bloom says:

    Inside
    his poem
    like his look looking
    his eyes his ?

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