National Poetry Month Day 9: Tacey M. Atsitty

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Sang Over

pile like leaves   or rake

into sunset    past over    ever fallen

look    into gold    & every pyramid

left    loose   into circles   this argument

dive    and no more   debris for    ever

autumn branches    of the once evergreen

lie in corners, where    winter left    them

reasoning like that, having gone maculate before

they were swept    over     then sang over

since on the radio, in truck, abandon

mimic of    leaf shed since      leave     lyrics

to anyone     else’s veins to be    so blatantly—

no longer fall into    logic with               neck or organ

or heave over what’s left     the apricot stump

so now dusk    shines through blinds    and finally—

flaw— over                 leaves  rake into circles


Tacey M. Atsitty, Diné (Navajo), is Tsénahabiłnii (Sleep Rock People) and born for Ta'neeszahnii (Tangle People). Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in POETRY Magazine, Kenyon Review Online, EPOCH, Prairie Schooner, Crazyhorse, Literary Hub, New Poets of Native Nations, and other publications. Her first book is Rain Scald (University of New Mexico Press, 2018). Atsitty is the director of the Navajo Film Festival and organizer of the Intermountain All-Women Hoop Dance Competition. She lives in Utah. More from this author →