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This book is a long poem that reads like a text message. Very different, we'll see if I like it or not.

"i guess it is an Indian thing in the sense that I'm an Indian doing this thing."

"i am the window of my tribe."

"the thing about *they* is resisting the fallacy of knowledge, the kernel, a mooring of fact that people need in order to know you, bouncing off body into spritely idea...discomfort, instability of terminology, curiosity, respect, faith, new kinds of sense, a shape forms around wisps in the darkness, attracting stars, sits next to you."

"the stars are anxious. what version of yourself do you see when you close your eyes?"

"I cry
for a straight week. The seam
of my skin bursts open
routinely. It’s a condition. In
the valley I lived in for
thousands of years, in traditional times,
I’m sure I would
have been a mourner, called
on to cry bc I do it all the time."

"people survive all the time through true horrors, holocaust, middle passage, 1492, like how?? I'm one of the weak ones. I cry at Beyoncé songs."