Settle(r) Down

Originally published in the Fall 2015 issue of Glass Buffalo.

Playing pretendian
Sage
Sweetgrass
Trying to smudge the whiteness out
(lᴉʌǝp ǝʇᴉɥʍ ǝɥʇ ǝʇɐuᴉɯᴉlǝ)

My great grandmother was a Cherokee princess
You say to authenticate your practices
That must give you the honour
Of wearing that costume headdress
At music festivals
Bought for $59.99 at halloweencostumes.com
Made with real chicken feathers
In neon purple, blue, and pink
Yeah super tradish

For not-so-special days
It’s a beads stitched
Onto a pleather headband
Made in China
That keeps your braids in place

To show your dedication to your genealogy
There’s a dream catcher inked on to your forearm
I don’t know how it will work
Through layers of skin and bone

But what do I know?
You’re the expert here
Not me

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