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This is a book of poems, dreams, and imagined fragments of young modern day Native Americans who live on the Spokane Indian Reservation. As such, it lacks very much coherence, but I think that is the author's point. He is conveying his own fragmentation/incoherence and that of his friends and neighbors, searching for identity amidst HUD housing and commodity cheese, elephant bones hiding as broken beer bottles, and his heroes Muhammad Ali and Billy Jack.

It's a very sad reality.