Louise Erdrich Poems
|1.||Advice to Myself||3/18/2016|
|5.||I Was Sleeping Where the Black Oaks Move||1/23/2016|
|6.||Indian Boarding School: The Runaways||1/23/2016|
|7.||That Pull from the Left||1/23/2016|
|8.||The King of Owls||1/23/2016|
|9.||The Strange People||1/23/2016|
|10.||Turtle Mountain Reservation||11/19/2015|
Comments about Louise Erdrich
Advice to Myself
Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator
and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.
Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.
Throw the cracked bowl out and don't patch the cup.
Don't patch anything. Don't mend. Buy safety pins.
Don't even sew on a button.
Let the wind have its way, then the earth
that invades as dust and then the dead
foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch.
Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome.
Don't keep all the pieces of the puzzles
or the doll's tiny shoes in pairs, don't ...