Natalie Diaz

  • Feriohas quotedlast year
    they remember what their god whispered

    into their ribs: Wake up and ache for your life.
  • Feriohas quotedlast year
    Until then, we touch our bodies like wounds—

    the war never ended and somehow begins again.
  • Feriohas quotedlast year
    These Hands, If Not Gods
    Haven’t they moved like rivers—

    like glory, like light—

    over the seven days of your body?
  • Feriohas quotedlast year
    Finally, a sin worth hurting for, a fervor,

    a sweet—You are mine.
  • Feriohas quoted10 months ago
    And we won by doing what all Indians before us had done against their bigger, whiter opponents—we became coyotes and rivers, and we ran faster than their fancy kicks could, up and down the court, game after game. We became the weather—we blew by them, we rained buckets, we lit up the gym with our moves.
  • Feriohas quoted10 months ago
    learned to make guns of our hands, and we pulled the trigger on jumpers all damn day. And when they talked about the way we played, they called it, Run’n’gun, and it made them tired before they ever stepped on the court.
  • Feriohas quoted10 months ago
    A good window lets the outside participate.
  • Feriohas quoted10 months ago
    Remind yourself, your friends.

    They are only light because we are dark.

    If we didn’t exist, it wouldn’t be long before

    they had to invent us. Like the light switch.
  • Aldair Apodacahas quoted5 days ago
    I am your culebra.

    I am in the dirt for you.
  • Aldair Apodacahas quoted8 hours ago
    Finally, a sin worth hurting for, a fervor,

    a sweet—You are mine.
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