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You
told
me
Papa
.
When
I
die
pin
me
up
against
the
sky
.
Mama
's
name
was
Bromden
.
Still
is
Bromden
.
Papa
said
he
was
born
with
only
one
name
,
born
smack
into
it
the
way
a
calf
drops
out
in
a
spread
blanket
when
the
cow
insists
on
standing
up
.
Tee
Ah
Millatoona
,
the
Pine-That-Stands-Tallest-on-the-Mountain
,
and
I
'm
the
biggest
by
God
Injun
in
the
state
of
Oregon
and
probly
California
and
Idaho
.
Born
right
into
it
.
You
're
the
biggest
by
God
fool
if
you
think
that
a
good
Christian
woman
takes
on
a
name
like
Tee
Ah
Millatoona
.
You
were
born
into
a
name
,
so
okay
,
I
'm
born
into
a
name
.
Bromden
.
Mary
Louise
Bromden
.
And
when
we
move
into
town
,
Papa
says
,
that
name
makes
gettin
'
that
Social
Security
card
a
lot
easier
.
Guy
's
after
somebody
with
a
riveter
's
hammer
,
get
him
too
,
if
he
keeps
at
it
.
I
see
those
lightning
flashes
again
,
colors
striking
.
Ting
.
Tingle
,
tingle
,
tremble
toes
,
she
's
a
good
fisherman
,
catches
hens
,
puts
'
em
inna
pens
...
wire
blier
,
limber
lock
,
three
geese
inna
flock
...
one
flew
east
,
one
flew
west
,
one
flew
over
the
cuckoo
's
nest
...
O-U-T
spells
out
...
goose
swoops
down
and
plucks
you
out
.
My
old
grandma
chanted
this
,
a
game
we
played
by
the
hours
,
sitting
by
the
fish
racks
scaring
flies
.
A
game
called
Tingle
Tingle
Tangle
Toes
.
Counting
each
finger
on
my
two
outspread
hands
,
one
finger
to
a
syllable
as
she
chants
.
Tingle
,
ting-le
,
tang-le
toes
(
seven
fingers
)
she
's
a
good
fisherman
,
catches
hens
(
sixteen
fingers
,
tapping
a
finger
on
each
beat
with
her
black
crab
hand
,
each
of
my
fingernails
looking
up
at
her
like
a
little
face
asking
to
be
the
you
that
the
goose
swoops
down
and
plucks
out
)
.
I
like
the
game
and
I
like
Grandma
.
I
do
n't
like
Mrs.
Tingle
Tangle
Toes
,
catching
hens
.
I
do
n't
like
her
.
I
do
like
that
goose
flying
over
the
cuckoo
's
nest
.
I
like
him
,
and
I
like
Grandma
,
dust
in
her
wrinkles
.
Next
time
I
saw
her
she
was
stone
cold
dead
,
right
in
the
middle
of
The
Dalles
on
the
sidewalk
,
colored
shirts
standing
around
,
some
Indians
,
some
cattlemen
,
some
wheatmen
.
They
cart
her
down
to
the
city
burying
ground
,
roll
red
clay
into
her
eyes
.
