I don’t know if I’m writing a love song or a lament
Until now, the lakes and life had been generous in their gifts, and abundant. Water buoyed us. People I loved lived. I handled the loss like someone who’d gone around believing the things she cherishes would be around forever.
Do they leave together, the language and the last breath?
Maamwimaajaan ina Anishinaabemoyaanh miinwaa neseyaanh?
February 25th 5:30-7 in the University of Michigan’s Hatcher Library. The event is part of a series of readings, lectures, and exhibitions as a part of the University of Michigan’s Great Lakes Theme Semester. The reading will be co-hosted by the Hopwood Program. Readings from
We watch the swimmers
with our feet splayed upon the dashboard.
We will never be younger than we are now—
conjuring what we can from August heat,
all these nights of little sleep,
our bodies shifting to find the breeze.