Growing up Coyote in the Wolf Clan

All night the buzz of complaining lights
keeps us employed.

Our days are the drain
and water circling.

From the foreign places we feel labor,
work being done.

Cousin wolf sings about pawning love
like it is inheritance.

A song for any sweet or stealing thing

she is soliciting. Last night
all she had was a hum

for us runaways. Tonight, she sings in our car

about finding hidden roads
and streets of homes for the abandoned.

Ibe Liebenberg is a student at the Institute of American Indian Arts.