I study and read poems and try to put myself in them. - Joy Harjo

Oh, you have choked me, but I gave you the leash.
You have gutted me but I gave you the knife.
You have devoured me, but I laid myself across the fire.

We make ceremony with words even as our words can lead us to the hells of destruction.

I began to follow all of my thoughts and was surprised how many didn't belong to me. And how many had threads to ancestors, relatives, strangers, even plants, elements, and animals.