kei te hapū ia
by rafael/a luna-pizano
by rafael/a luna-pizano
he longed to remember home –
the taste and scent of strange wood
that fit. comfort
between his tongue and teeth
his elders could no longer sing the calls of home –
but they watched him climb and retrieve
droplets. soothe their ears
waiporoporo
bituon
ulan
cintli
chalchihuitl-
he returned to the puna he couldn’t recognize
asked for mercy.
and they asked for ūkaipō.
he carefully cut each of his breasts
separation of rest
and folded them into surrounding clay.
the puna sparkled in reply
and told him to return on a forgotten day.
many suns later, kei te hapū ia.
he returned to the puna who knew the way of stars.
with waxing belly, he squatted beside their reflection,
cupped wai-rangi to his pito and sang a welcome
song home.
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writing
publications
Luna-Pizano, R. (2023). Unknown devotions: Trans* & Indigena freedom dance. In Pihama, L. and Green, A. (Ed.), Honoring Our Ancestors. Wellington: Te Herenga Waka University Press.
book link
online zine