Coyote always pulls himself up,
by his suspender straps.
He pulls so hard,
he hits the top of Metallurgy at Firestone.
Coyote in his chocolate La-Z-Boy,
yells at the Browns’ game,
chase his giggling granddaughter down
and tickle her silly.
gives homage to the First People,
plants his corn and tomatoes
in mounds of earth
behind his hyacinth hogan.
My grandmother preserves them
in jars and freezer bags