g’ zaa’ gan / i love you

wild rice dreams

when i was young
a girl with crooked thick braids
all i really wanted to hear
was my mama’s voice saying,
i love you

or wishing my mama would hold me close
wrap me in her wiry arms so that i could smell
the cigarette smoke hiding in her hair

this she could never do though
from a past never spoken
i asked my mother how
to say i love you in anishnaabemowin
and she tells me
g’zaa’gan

i ask her again
how do you say i love you

and she says it louder,
g’zaa’gan

she says it as if i am deaf and the words are digging into the hard earth
so, i ask her again knowing
this is the only time
i will hear her say
these words

she says it over and over again

g’zaa’gan, g’zaa’gan, g’zaa’gan

until she shakes loose an imaginary skin
g’zaa’gan

she is…

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