Red Birch Pitkin

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1863 - 1883
Only daughter of Towee and Henry Pitkin.


The mountains still spoke
to her mother in the old tongue
when she ground corn.
But Red Birch’s stiff stays1
formed barriers of bone and calico.
Quietly, she moved within
their familiar crush,
that unutterable longing to undo
the long catches in back—
and run free of it forever.

Boys from the quarry would always
ask her to dance with them.
But she knew2.
Even these silent cliffs
condemned3 her,
their blood-red and ash-white
sands standing side by side,
never merging.

Her knife split into her
dark red blood.
But even the blood
seeping into the clean white
cliff was silent.





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