She tells me that she’s been to Hawaii.
Even seen an authentic Luau.
Believe me she’s an expert on all things
Aina on iwi on kalo. She obviously knows
more about my culture than I do. I don’t tell her
that colonial skin has seen every other culture
as a white sheet of paper ready to become a balance book.
She tells me that she knows the Hawaiian people
But does she know what our bones look like?
Iwi is the Hawaiian word for bones
The bones of Hawaiian’s look like meth pipes.
Our bones are cellophane skirts, hanging from luau hips.
Our bones are buried on beaches and when the tide digs
us up the detectives come to make sure it isn’t murder.
It is always murder.