The Bruised Apple Tumbles Far From the Tree

Two poems by Danielle Shandiin Emerson

The Bruised Apple Tumbles Far From the Tree

SHIMÁ / My Mother,

ayóó’ ánííníshní / I love you, a lot.

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Crack, crack, crack.

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