sâkihitowin maskihkiy
kawenniiostha
gooseberries
tart & sweet
purple sunrise
morning moonlight
moist
forest
places masquerading
inside stilted words i will make for your feet
leather slippers
i will sew my heart
into the seams
with drops of blood
like beads
to seal it
kawenniiostha
dark earth in the outline of your jaw
generations of Rotinonshón:ni
carved into the shape of the sounds
that slip
from the curve
of your
lips
i will fold myself into the creases of your slippers
i will pray medicine into their soles
& smudge the sun
into the marriage
of sinew & hide
that will cradle your feet
like the purple thunder
of my heart
holding
onto
yours
tahkine