our bodies

by waaseyaa'sin christine sy

i.
we talk about bodies.

ii.
let’s talk about ours.

iii.
if i were you
you were i
to here
walking along
these cobble stones heated by the long day loving of giizis
this hard crusted snow moon lighting snow floors with long, shadows of trees, our friends
these nights far away from a nokomis on a lake where the only thing that shines is jack, star, pickerel eyes, us wound up in each other

iv.
and,
even candle-light
and giigoonhsag
or the best cut of venison
(or worst cut in stew with parsnips)
with garden veggies
chased with ziisaabaakode
and sweaty panting.

and, even

v.
what about the asemaa laid?
the story prayed?

vi.
what about our
brown-faded bodies
here,
still.
still here,
yearning.

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