was shocked when I looked out and saw the angel squatting on my back
porch taking a piss. She’d hiked up her white silk gown and a
stream of yellow puddled between her feet and ran off the edge of the
concrete into the yard. She looked up and saw me at the sliding glass
door, smiled and kind of shook her butt before pulling up her panties
and standing. A warm golden glow exuding peace and happiness
surrounded her and her haunting ethereal features. She winked and was
gone. My lawn thereafter was perfect, the envy of the neighborhood.
have my reservations,” ol’ Joe told me and grinned, “they’re
in South Dakota -- Standing Rock mostly.” He laughed. But it wasn’t
funny to me or any of the others paying the price, making the amends.
come on, get back out there, let’s see some fancy dancin’!” He
burst out laughing again. I nodded and backed away to the circle. The
old men began the drum beat and sang, “Oh wee ha ho wee ho ha he.”
We whites dressed in moccasins, breech cloths, and war paint danced
for their amusement. Only two hundred years of servitude left.