all you wanted

by waaseyaa'sin christine sy

was more.

what is more wrenching? that all you could get was a photo and a word, a place-name; and, all i could give was this and a carefully located semi-colon?

anishinaabe love has always been riddled tragic like this (except so in birchbark and petroglyph).

what if one day, i leave you a love note in red oxide on a rock face along a gaming around lake superior? or, carve it in soft rock, inland. how would you know it was for you? how would you know it was from me?

now you know.

wish you were here.

(relit from my anishinaabe love homefire)