Back
Natalie Diaz: Postcolonial Love Poem (Paperback, 2020, Graywolf Press) No rating

Postcolonial Love Poem is an anthem of desire against erasure. Natalie Diaz’s brilliant second collection …

American Arithmetic by Natalie Diaz

Native Americans make up less than 1 percent of the population of America. 0.8 percent of 100 percent.

O, mine efficient country.

I do not remember the days before America— I do not remember the days when we were all here.

Police kill Native Americans more than any other race. Race is a funny word. Race implies someone will win, implies, I have as good a chance of winning as—

Who wins the race that isn't a race?

Native Americans make up 1.9 percent of all police killings, higher per capita than any race—

sometimes race means run.

I'm not good at math—can you blame me? I've had an American education.

We are Americans, and we are less than 1 percent of Americans. We do a better job of dying by police than we do existing.

When we are dying, who should we call? The police? Or our senator? Please, someone, call my mother.

At the National Museum of the American Indian, 68 percent of the collection is from the United States. I am doing my best not to become a museum of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out.

I am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible.

But in an American room of one hundred people, I am Native American—less than one, less than whole—I am less than myself. Only a fraction of a body, let's say, I am only a hand—

and when I slip it beneath the shirt of my lover I disappear completely.

Postcolonial Love Poem by  (Page 17)

Oof. Some poetry comforts, reassures, or grounds. This is none of those things. This agitates, and for that I am grateful.