Dust Mop Neil Hilborn

This story requires some exposition, so here it goes:

My friend, lets call her Mary because her name actually is Mary, works for Teach For America. She teaches at Todd County Middle School on the Rosebud Reservation in South Dakota. And she has asked us (us being me and my girlfriend, name given upon request) to teach a poetry workshop for her kids.

Great. With that out of the way, I would like to now say this: I've been reading Sherman Alexie's poems for a few years now, and he talks a lot about how Indian kids love basket ball.
I being a good, progressive, liberal, socialist, opponent of colonialism wanted to assume nothing about Indian kids and basketball.

But then they asked me to play some five-on-five, so, I will say that these nine Indian kids can ball.

Humility is getting shook on by a four-foot-eleven boy who is eleven years your junior.

I tore my shirt trying to block Dante, and THAT is the extent of what I've lost to native Americans.