Flowing through the atmosphere
the breaths that my ancestors have taken
are perhaps drifting somewhere
though the interstices of this flower
Flowing through the atmosphere
the breaths that my ancestors have taken
are perhaps drifting somewhere
though the interstices of this flower
My endogamous family chart
is composed of trees and
occasionally, almost rarely, shrubs.
To dig for quahogs, to feel their edges like smiles
in sea mud and pull them up into a bucket.
My country cries over
burnt flags,
borders,
the birth lore of gods,
not the bodies of desecrated dead girls;
My country says I am a Goddess.
When a rumour spread in the village
that stars had drowned
in the river
he picked up his fishing line
and left in the early dawn.
Scissors run along the stitch
at times left
at times right
at times up
at times in a semicircle
and
create a recognizable shape
Since he heard that “Man has reached the moon”,
our Thuley has left home.
The small gods said
that I can’t see past the hill.
