The hawk cries in the bush beside you
while you gather maile for your father's grave
Something stirs in the stone you found long ago at Hapu'u
It reaches me where I dream and pray at Keokea and I answer
Then you are chest-deep in ginger, slashing thr [...]
I found myself
in a world without mirrors.
I could see, myself,
that my skin was rusting, that my body was falling from me
while I still lived.
Who gave me this ugliness?
They were afraid, as if to see my sorrow
were to touch it.
If there was a [...]