xetsa-axa / people of light

by Deborah Miranda

For one night we are stars

who have found their constellation;

 

for a few hours we are mascara

and glitter, sequins and lipstick;

 

for a moment outside of time,

we sway inside our ​home place​

 

where the bass beat pounds our skins

like taut hides and we are who

 

we were always supposed to be:

tonight we are will you? and yes,

 

and dance with somebody who loves me​;

​we are a ​wave of dollar bills held up

like candles. When we walk out that door, 

the full moon places a kiss upon our brows 

like a tiara ​and our hearts turn into luminarias, 

float up into a black velvet rhinestone realm.  


Deborah Miranda is an enrolled member of the Ohlone-Costanoan Esselen Nation in California, with Santa Ynez Chumash ancestry. Her hybrid book, Bad Indians: A Tribal Memoir, won the PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Literary Award. She is also the author of four poetry collections (Indian Cartography, The Zen of La Llorona, Raised by Humans, and Altar for Broken Things) and co-editor of the Lambda finalist Sovereign Erotics: An Anthology of Two-Spirit Literature. A recovering academic, she lives with her spouse in Eugene, Oregon, at River Song Cohousing on the Willamette River, where she writes, researches, and focuses on building community.

Photo by Jacob Spence on Unsplash

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