Paul Merchant

Time is what keeps everything from happening all at once.


In the heart of Nunavut (not
to be confused with Nunavik)
west of Iqaluit and to the east

there is nothing but snow.

No one speaks French or Inuktitut
when the Nunavummiut watch
soap operas in Arviat
but in the heart of Nunavut
you can be black or Inuit or

(white in nothing but snow)

above hungry Paallirmiut bones. Written in 2008.