I know the shape of the
rupture
is me
the sea
is
an ellipse
we left our long dream

and awoke
to the
fresh slap
of waves

and a land
alive with
other letters

we entered
without invitation
we entered

a stranger's sentence
with conviction

whose sentence
is
my sentence

dreaming is the mother tongue
that no one can take away

my body is a yes
body
in exile
a three-eyed ellipsis
I have
my grandmother's eyes
averted
deserted
determined

to spin the wool
across
a continental divide

my eyes are needles
looking
for the thread
I am
dreaming
i s
ourfirst
language

english lines up
the mind in neat rows
the land is a heart

once the land dreamed with us
now we dream against it
at night

I write love letters
to the dead
we court each other
for the sake of the children

my body is an exile
a leap of faith
an unwelcome guest

I am walking
the roads of the map

my ancestors left me
I get lost

my eyes are
a suggestion box

the monster
atop
the turtle
has no shell

the sea is a period
the boat a pregnant
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delivering me
from my grandmother's dreams
to the sentence
I am serving