playing america in summer


an electric boot


sitting apple


with friends silent


you order red


vodka no soda


a day to go to play god


woke me up today


and says ive never


met an Indigenous person


it is an honor and he gardens


the tomato    


time out abov e scape a cowboy


in despair opens


unopened can


i am tired of me


as the world wakes up


and down


your desire in food


the dampness of strangers


we tipped your dream last night


and see your hair ember tomato


the only indians in brooklyn


are painted on walls


i am painted by


general electric


  •


what does it mean


to drink big beer


on monday


is it a leaf


or a rat


my child


my scraped apple


in season


bruised by


paramount ash


come out


one leg


bruised by


missed america


  •


can your country


be found


in williamsburg


catching a need


take a generation to go


time is moving something


delighting violence


you get bigger


and ive remained the same


im alone and you


are with me


there are three gangs after me


and two are in my head






untitled


ive been looking at


words to dye black


at williamsburg club


my little head


did trivia and is


ashamed to answer


the next


but the twist found


bartender had


my architecture interesting


my impulse missing


for two days


dragging eager


across your finger


my shorts my shot


welcomely spent


time on metropolitan


staring at you


i order beefeaters and


understand


the lid on the bottle


you in green and


i on green and you


in green and i on


g and if you


see your eyes please


see mine


when i walk


water hitting


above you


pushing me


against the street


your body still standing


my hand still shaking

m.s. RedCherries is a citizen of the Tsėhéstáno (Cheyenne Nation) of Montana and received an MFA in fiction from the Iowa Writers' Workshop.