crossing the midway i got mad at lulu for ignoring me and rooting in the leaves thinking what now? more homo insapiens shit? but she came running and then i was thinking us gonna suffer all the pain us inflicted on the planet. i was sad and dreamy at the Apsáalooke, or crow, parade. how sad our colors seem, empty of meaning, hollow fashion, how they  are adorn the affluent, the dumb show of sports and evil flags of war, but how beautiful their voices, clothing and tipis, how beautiful their survival of genocide, massacres, forced white power indoctrination, the cultural erasures, evil land grabs, broken treaties, the seething hate. how sad, how beautiful, they are here with such sounds and colors, grace and dignity, in the epicenter of neoliberalism. and what this may mean while the coronavirus and the trump hate regime rages everywhere.