40: South Dakota

To the whiteman standing by the Coffee Corner in Regent Sunday morning.

I saw you watching, just like I saw the unpainted metal silos rising over the buttes and grasses, like I saw the low hangers and fenced-in lots at the edge of town, the concrete wall with its painted sunset over pitch-black plains.

I’m through with two-state solutions: I’d erase the lines and start again. Hit me back if you want in. This land could be our land.