some days I feel like a rez dog,
exhausted from travel and wander
appearing out of no where to rest in the shade of my sister’s SUV
looking scrappy enough to the point where she can’t even look at me
is she dead?
the indians wonder as they walk by and stare
who cares!
they rightly conclude,
For she is just a Rez dog
and we’re going back to the harbour
