Indigenomics, by Lyla June

How it could be. Because it has been.

(with gratitude to Ken Homer)

When the dried kernels burst open, like a love that cannot be silenced, they release a special powder that feeds us and teaches how to think.

Her love sounds like dried corn cracking beneath the weight of stone, snapping open like prickly pear blossoms in the summertime.

She is teaching us without speaking that you only need t…