“How Aboriginal are you?”

Murrawa (wind) blows through my salon bleached hair and I instantly know how to track you in the birramal (bush).

A guguburra (kookaburra) riding a dinawan (emu) burst into the room.

Eucalypts and old man weed sprout at my feet.

“Heaps” I say, standing on one leg. A kangaroo starts playing yidaki (didgeridoo).