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a girl grows up only to trip again falls into her not-knowing like a knife dreams every season, a birth father’s voice in nêhiyawêwin she’ll imagine

takwâkin how leaves commit themselves to change how grass rolls gold moose velvet lost to the land

she practises aloud, looks up to see her neighbours dart between rooms words bristle like the city at night live under concrete, a breath of letters take-away-a-kin is not the right way to hear it, her tongue tries and falls