Maurlucuaq Alethia Belleque
Two peals of laughter fill the air as the river meanders by on a sunny day.
You’re three, maybe four, watching your gram.
Your eyes flicker between her as she filets reds and kings,
And the grayling and dollies that nibble at the fish guts in the water.
She begins to cut another red, and suddenly, she says,
“Look! It’s still beating!”
She shows you a pulsing burgundy heart.
The two of you watch the heart beat and beat.
And it’s as though the three of your hearts beat as one.
