III.
After all those explosions in Vietnam, it must’ve messed him up pretty good. He could never eat ach’íí’ again. He had to have three Enemy Ways done. We had to haul so many sheep. It’s a long ride in the back of a jeep, all the way to Farmington to be baptized. The Apache Building, it was big and red. And I stood there next to that wall of bricks, wearing my squash blossom: a line of females v-ing down to the male, and there rested his tongue, almost between my breasts.