A silky warm scent coats the air.
Soft layered rose tutus push
their blush pale skirts
to float
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It's Kokum's prize—calloused hands
weave cord; flesh begins to slide
side to side
knots are tied with tobacco on the mind.
The elk hides stories of blue bunch and badgers.
It's Kokum's crime—bloody hands
tighten guts; flesh begins to cry
side to side
knots are tied with cedar on the mind.
The elk hides stories of gumweed and rattlesnakes
It's Kokum's pride—gentle hands
sew and glide; flesh remains wise
side to side
knots are tied with sweetgrass on the mind.