
ARIZONA ABECEDARIAN
by Cheyenne Dakota Williams
Detail of artwork by Aluu Prosper Chigozie
And so, we take off in the morning
because it takes five hours to get to Phoenix, passing the
cemetery turn-off, each time leaving Chinle where we buried shímasaní when she
died; watching from atop as the
elevation levels itself through Burnside.
Feeling hungry because I didn't eat breakfast, we stop and
get something to eat at the Carl's Jr. (aka Hardee's) in
Holbrook. The roads on this side of Route 66 boast sideline
Indian arts and crafts and trading posts on billboards, and I am
just a worn-out caricature to all of these attractions that try to
keep a town alive. I ask my uncle what it was
like when he took a bus all the way to Virginia so
many years ago. He tells me that there's
nothing in the middle of the country, passing through
Oklahoma City slumber, the starkness of Arkansas.
Perhaps I'll keep on looking at these places from above and never
question where I haven't been. We pull off to the side—a car emerges
rearview chased by police. Traffic is held hostage in a
standstill as roadside attractions are handcuffed—a helicopter whirls overhead.
Traffic is closed off—escaping Fort McDowell just in time, my
uncle drives me around Phoenix. Tempe at night—urban ndn
vendors and Gila River/Tohono O'odham band members gathered at the holiday market.
Wake at dawn arriving at Sky Harbor— single-file through TSA, the
x-rays reveal me all clear. Staring out the airplane window, reliving everything that happened
yesterday, I doze off in and out among the snow-capped and cumulus,
zooming eastbound and aerial towards my sunrise home.
Cheyenne Dakota Williams is a Diné poet from Virginia. She is Bit’ahnii, born for Naahiłii. Her work has been featured in Yellow Medicine Review, Saw Palm: Florida Literature and Art, and Poetry Magazine. She is a Tin House scholar, an AWP Tribal Colleges & Universities Fellow, and an undergraduate at Fort Lewis College majoring in writing.