Something Great in Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Diaz

 It’s from “Run’n’Gun.”

    

We played bigger and bigger until we began winning. 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. 

It’s the surprise of “coyotes and rivers.” I did not expect it and it filled me with pleasure.  

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