Seven days of poetry, my ass!
I got off track. Let’s get back to it.
I first heard of Haunani-Kay Trask because Pohanna, my sweet sister-out-law, loaned me a book of hers when we were all in Hawaii together one winter. It was From a Native Daughter: Colonialism and Sovereignty in Hawai’i, and trust me, if you’re a haole (whitie) who visits Hawaii every year as a tourist, there is absolutely no better beach reading. Particularly if you like to mutter loudly about how all the tourists on the beach (including everyone you’re with, including most particularly yourself) should die and then cry yourself to sleep every night.
Which I really really do.
Anyway, I like Trask because she’s a mean motherfucker. Her poetry is the meanest you’ll ever find.
Here’s one of hers that’s not too mean, just super awesome and poignant and sad and appropriate for today. I couldn’t find it online, so I just scanned it in. You’ll probably have to click on the image to enlarge it to read it all.