My grandmother, my Kami
Annie Chen

“‘Tjitji,’ Kami calls, ‘Come, we must go now, leave her to rest. Her Kurunpa spirit is weak. Aunty will take care of her.’ I shoo away the dirty flies that feed on her sticky, sweaty skin. My legs tingle from having crouched for too long. The dusty wind carries the far-off scent of the eucalyptus tree and clears my head …”