You Were Loved That Much
A discarded headline, a byline, a whisper your voices are barely audible I strain my ears to hear your truth
Heal. Decolonize. Indigenize.
A discarded headline, a byline, a whisper your voices are barely audible I strain my ears to hear your truth
I sat in the middle seat of the plane headed back to Western Canada. I was feeling very much like
My Auntie called me today leaving a voicemail, Helen call me back when you get this. Auntie never calls. Auntie
In the bath I am cognizant of the fact that I am s u r r o u n d