Prairie Fruit by Emily Riddle
on a flight back from the west coast. i grieve. there are no aerial shots
of the prairies. prior to them being cut up. like oranges for a kids soccer
game. my dad tells me. the only fresh fruit available in edmonton in
his childhood. were oranges, apples, and bananas. i am a prairie fruit.
saskatoons, strawberries, blueberries. when nehiyaw babies have their
firsts. we feast on blueberries. to celebrate them. to protect them.
to be delicious. if we do this again. perhaps the prairies will liberate
themselves. from farmers who shoot nehiyaw napewak. prairie fruit
will reign again. rain again.
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